Frowning, Remy reached for the second dropped dagger, passing it off to Rogue. As much as he didn't want her to fight, it'd be better if she were prepared. "Ah, da' sword, my old favourite," he said, facing off against the new man, dagger raised, "Look, Remy leaving New Orleans real soon, jus' wanted to how da' lady where I grew up. Give a guy a break, eh?"