"Don't mean she don't know you talkin' 'bout her," Remy mumbled, thinking back to all the times adults had spoken about him as though he weren't standing right beside him. Hell, people still did.
"Kids like me," he said with a shrug, lips curling into an amused smile at Betheny's bouncing, arching an eyebrow at Sinister expectantly, shifting off the chair to sit cross legged on the carpet, "Go on. I wanna hear da story too," he said with a smirk.