Remy shrugged, giving a small grin at the imitation. "I ain't as obvious a ya, but I called le Diablo Blanc for ma eyes, don't bother be none. Didn' go ta church much though, 'magine dat woulda been harda. But sounds like ya found someone ta look past your appearance, so dat's good, yes?"
His lips twisted at the pointed remark, and he gave a small apologetic look, "I work for pay, not always cause I agree wit' dare' sentiments, but I don' think he's all wrong. Don' like da way he goin' about it particularly, but I don' think we should have ta' sign those registries neither."
"So we call it practice for da' both a us," he said with a shrug, "Remy don't follow da' regular church protocol too often. Dey don' look too kindly on da' thieves."