Remy heard the words and understood their intent, but damned if it didn't make him even more frightened to hear Logan talking like that. He's just tryin' to make Creed drop you. He knew that, and knew too that it probably wouldn't work. He and Creed had business that would take much less time to conclude than whatever grudge he held against Logan. Remy wasn't stupid; he was perfectly aware that Creed could dispatch him with little trouble.
But there was the question of whether he was gonna let go without a fight. The rock of fear in his belly said yes, but that crazy voice in his head, the one that seemed to get him in endless fucking trouble...
"Nope," he murmured, mostly to himself even though he knew Logan and Creed would hear. A sort of giddy energy filled him and he lashed out with one booted foot, catching Creed square in the belly. It wouldn't do much in the way of damage, but it would distract him long enough for Remy to accomplish his true objective.
One finger touched the sleeve of Creed's shirt, and he charged it as much as he dared.