Rogue's wink had left Bobby with a dorky kind of grin that he forgot to turn off until Remy directly addressed him, and then he had to scramble to turn the rest of his brain functions back on. "Um...?" he said, eyes darting between Remy and where- did- she- oh, that guy.
He shuffled back up to the table, setting his glass down on the edge while he tried to formulate an opinion on this newcomer, but it was a difficult opinion to formulate. First of all, he did not know the newcomer, and thus was at a loss. He was pretty sure you could only buy black lipstick around Halloween for a reason, though. It was creepy.
"Are they, um," he started to ask rather than deciding right away what might be so appealing about a guy in lipstick. The question was lost, though, as it occurred to him it was a silly one to ask. They couldn't be together, that didn't quite jive with Remy's story about her going all the way to New Orleans to see him.
"Maybe they share fashion tips?" he suggested, realizing he was going to flounder if he kept trying to analyze the relationships of people he didn't know.