[Remy smirks as he answers, his hands sliding further down Logan's arms]
"A brain-mel'ing orgasm mon ami... wha' else? [he smirks playfully]"
[His hands travel further down to Logan's wrists, he plants a soft kiss on Logan's neck as he draws those wrists behind Logan... and the pair of adamantium handcuffs slip out of his coat]
[He knows Logan may object... he's heard him wake from the nightmares... he knows about the infusion tank... he doesn't want to bring back anything like that... he only wants to bring mindshattering pleasure to his friend... so he softly whispers again, with just a small touch of his charm power] "Remy no' gonna hur' you mon cher... 'dis alrigh' wid you mon ami?"