There was silence as Rogue thought. Remy kept a careful eye on her expression, reading what he could of her body language. Her grin was definitely a good sign to the Cajun.
He let out a low whistle at her side of the bet. "Ah, we makin' dis win-win fer de bot' a'us, non? I like stacked odds like dat." He took one more step back, giving his pool cue a few flashy twirls. "Den I grant de lady de break," he said with a bow of his head, sweeping his arm out toward the table.