Remy arched an eyebrow. "Dat so?" He grinned, "If Remy tell ya his confession, you let him go with no more off dat' poofin' business, Homme?" he asked, rubbing at the back of his neck.
His red eyes blinked calmly at him, head tilting slightly. "I don' get why you couldn' go ta a seminary though," he said with a shrug, "Dey' supposed ta be acceptin' an all that."