"Well where is he if he so powerful? I ain't hearda no boy stronga dan you."
"Twelve?" he repeated indignantly, "Not much faith in me, Daddy Dearest," he said with a frown, crossing his arms, "Why so young?"
Remy didn't look overly impressed with the name choice, giving a small shrug. It wasn't very Cajun. But then...techincally he wasn't either. There was a blow. He frowned.