"'Day all ready hate us, homme. 'Day makin' us sign deese' damn forms ain't day? Register like we done sometin' wrong just by bein' born," he argued, releasing the staff with narrowed eyes. "Remy gonna want dat back before he leave," he warned.
And the girl, damn, why couldn't she pick a more oppertune time to be making a grab for him. He smirked, and for the briefest of moments she was successful in her endevour to touch him, Gambit's red eyes widening in surprise at the sensation. "'Dis ain't the sorta touchin' I were hopin' for," he said, grabbing for her wrist to pull her off grip tight. There were any number of moves he might have used if he weren't fighting a lady, but he'd rather not unless he was forced to.