"I ain't stalkin' her. She just every where I go," Remy protested, frowning at his words, which did little to wave his presumed guilt, and he made a face at the teen, "I ain't," he repeated, more a mumbled this time, "An if I were I wouldn' brin' you along, would I? You go talk ta her, get her 'way from dose' guys. Remy gets us drinks, yes? Choo like?"
His gaze wasn't quite settled on Bobby, eyes flickering every now and then to the men at Rogue's table, lips twitching into a frown. They didn't even know Rogue. Truth be told, he didn't know her all that well himself, but still, they'd had their interactions. He wasn't some slease meeting her for the first time in a bar. He was a gentleman...He tucked his chain baring his wedding band back under his shirt. Made the words easier to believe.