No, he didn't really like. Honestly, this plan made Bobby a little bit uncomfortable. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey dudes, sorry to bust in on your game like this, but can I just borrow this chick you're groovin' on? High five.' And get his ass kicked, by the looks of them. His incredulous look didn't seem to reach Remy, though, and his shoulders drooped as he stared towards the pool table, trying to steel himself for the encounter. "Fiiiine, get me a beer," he groaned, loping away and towards the charming group, throwing one last annoyed glance over his shoulder.
His hips hit the pool table first, then his flat palms smacking on the edge and he offered the gathering his brightest smile. "Hey!" he greeted, took his time to look at them each in turn, his smile slowly dimming. "You're Rogue, right?" he asked, deciding it might be best to keep his attempts at being charming to himself.