Remy was frowning. His charm hadn't worked, and were very few people who could resist it. His eyes narrowed slightly, growing more suspicious.
He held up his bare hands pointed for Bobby. "Rogue has Remy's gloves." He didn't want to be in a club with this guy anyways. He nodded his acceptance of the game, following suit and shrugging of the long jacket which marked him as a member of the Thieves Guild. He backed away from the table, twirling the cue like it was his bow staff, stilling to watch Rogue break, red eyes darting about to follow the balls.