Sharing and caring was fun, especially when you weren't the one giving all the information. At least in Remy's point-of-view. But he shrugged and smiled at her obvious point at his eyes there. "C'est vrai. Born wit dem. You can 'magine all dat brought up when I was a pup."
But when she brought up no touching, his curiosity couldn't be peeked more at this point. A smirk played on his lips easily. "Is dat all?" His tone was the very opposite of hers. Playful to no end, even though he was quite serious. "Doubt dat be all dat complicated. You not be de only one out dere wit issues of touch cher. Some just take a lil' longer den others." And that comment was specifically pointed out to see her reaction. To see if she had been trying to threaten him or if she could not control whatever it was she could do. "Knew dis fella once dat couldn't eat a poor boy wit'out blowin' it up. Not somethin' enjoyable if you be wantin' to eat somethin'. Mais touch? Dat don't seem like a fittin' reason to want to be alone on dis 'ere belle nuit. An' drinkin' no less."
And as sincere as he was by all of that, it didn't stop him from leaning in towards her, he whispered, "Dere be many ways to touch a person cher. Maybe you just not found de right way yet?" He wasn't about to be shoved off in fear of whatever she could do. Remy was still amused by the fact that he almost seemed like a voice of reason. If he were really this girl's conscience, she might have ran the other way a long time ago. Maybe this school stuff wouldn't be so bad after all?