Remy had wanted to protest when Rogue left their table, eyes darting up and making a motion with his hand, coughing slightly as he tried to speak before swallowing, but she was all ready gone. His gaze followed her, lips twisting into a slight sneer at the sight of that damn guy from before.
He gave a small hmph, turning back to the table, spinning his cue round absently in his hands. "Girl getta round, don't she?" he muttered, "Draggin' Remy 'round, not even interested..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking to Bobby. "You see wha' she see in him?" he asked, crossing his arms.