"..." This was unexpected. Remy was silent a moment, trying to suss out if this were some sort of trick, or disguised taunt before answering, "...how can you do dat?" he asked, head tilting, tone considerably more respectful now, "I ain't 'sposed ta go dere no more. An' he's... a busy man." He didn't want to say the words that were floating around in his head. That he wouldn't want to come, to see him. If he had he would have found him before now.