Remy wished he could remove the sunglasses, but he couldn't. Not until they were entirely alone, locked in a room. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, wasn't safe enough for him. His paranoia had been mounting over the weeks, escalating to almost intolerable heights at times. He hadn't seen an assassin in over a week, but it didn't stop him from constantly looking over his shoulder. Part of him had been contented to stay away from Rogue because of it - he didn't want to put her in danger. But his selfish heart couldn't handle that demand any longer.
"I can't tell over my own need," he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "But I do know our best bets. Ya might need t'be de one gettin' de room, t'ough. I'll give ya de money, den sneak in." He sighed a little, though he hadn't meant to. He didn't want to bring Rogue in on this complication portion of his life.