Remy had a bit of Catholic raising in him - a very small bit that he didn't put much stock in, really. He was far too focused on what was happening now to worry about what might happen in the future, especially after he was dead. He'd care about that when he got to it. But, hey, to each his own, and he enjoyed the bustle of the mansion Sunday mornings, spending it in the kitchen drinking his coffee black.
Coffee mug still in hand as the church-goers meandered out, Remy took to meandering himself. He heard the click of pool balls in the rec room, looking instantly to the door. Ah, what a sweet sound. He glanced in, grin widening as he saw the girl setting up. Rogue. Forbidden fruit tasting sweetest and all that, Rogue was one of the mansion girls he hadn't kissed. And not for a lack of trying, mind you.
He took a step in as Rogue looked up, taking in a sip of coffee as he drank in her sweet voice.
He lowered the mug after a moment, grin still in place. "Ah, music t'my ears, cherie." He walked over to the rack, grabbing a pool cue of his own. "Anyt'ing we might place as stakes fer de game?" he asked, eyes glinting, accent heavy, putting on his most enchanting facade.