A slow grin making it's way upon his lips, Remy looked back over at Rogue. "So you be dat next girl den? Funny dat seems more often den not now, eh?" Not that she wasn't right about that fact, though she was obviously deserving of a little more attention.
Shrugging slightly, a little more then amused, he explained, "Certainment, mais it usually be a case of mistaken identity." Or so he claimed. "Your civic duty?" He scoffed. "Whale man needed a new line of work too. Quite the strange little event. Lucky we all be wit'out too many burns." Because that was far too close to a sad nightmare.
Smirking now, Remy poured himself another drink. "You say dat like it be a bad thing." Though he didn't make any comments about the skin contact. Sure, it would be an issue, but there were ways to work around that. There always was. Or at least in his mind.