"A risk I'm willin' t'take, Rougie. Ya know I'm de gamblin' type." Remy's gaze followed Rogue, barely taking in her first shot. He was weighing his options.
If he won, he got a kiss right there, and would probably sweep her off her feet. He could handle a little energy drain. But then the magic would wear off quick. Dinner gave him more chances to charm - and still the possibility of a kiss. He liked the longer option.
When his first shot came, he finally tore his sights away from Rogue to look at the table. "But de lady luck, she gonna take my first kiss a' de day, non?" He made a show of kissing the air, then leaned over for his own first shot, sinking a ball - but deliberating missing his next shot.