[Remy smirks as the fingers dance across Logan's flesh... they gently yet firmly press into the muscle, some fingers warm flesh, others clad in leather]
[He leans in even closer to Logan's ear, nibbling slightly at his earlobe before continuing, his voice quieter yet somehow just a touch smoother]
"Can' help being true to you mon ami... you never bluff, 'cep' in a game o' poker..." [he smiles, not smirks, but smiles at that.. Logan was not a rampant, erratic variable, but a known quantity... and Remy knew that deception and betrayal were not his weapons]
[The hands move further down, past the shoulders and onto the biceps]
"Remy gonna give you somet'ing... some'ting showing my appreciation for you mon cher..."