"A tongue bath, p'haps..." he replied, smirk twisting his lips as he came into the room proper. Remy didn't ask for permission before sitting on the bed next to her. Sitting... real close. All covered up save for his neck and face, so he was safe enough. In fact, he looked like he was about to head outside himself.
"What I want to know, chere, is why you were all eager to bring me up here before the start of the New Year and now you all eager to leave. I only came up b'cause you invited me. I got no real reason to stay even if you did. I visited Chuckles grave... I stayed for some fun with a belle little red-head..."
The Cajun pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling them, "So now that we both got time for that road trip I couldn't come with you on last year, why haven't you gone and done the decent thing and invited me along? You trying to avoid me now? Do I have bad breath?"