The Cajun blinked at him, not having expected such a fierce reaction from his teasing and joking, and he blanched slightly, taking a step back.
"...It were a joke," he mumbled, rubbing at the back of his neck, though there was something akin to guilt written on his face, and a mild flicker of annoyance.
"There any nothin' wrong wit' me. I think all things considerin' I turned out okay." Sinister might not exchange sex for favours or think about doing such things with a minor, but Remy didn't think it was all that unexpected for him to expect such things after everything that had happened to him.
"I didn' say you was a pedophile. I know what a damn pedophile acts like."