"Mais, skills and luck, ya need bot' in life. It's a borin' time ot'erwise, mon cher."
He exaggerated a frown as Rogue courted Lady Luck and made two shots in a row. "Oh, Lucky! Why ya cheatin' on your Remy?" He put a hand over his heart, shaking his head. "I best hope my skills aren't as fickle as Miss Lucky, non?" He leaned in for a shot - and this time scratched, the white ball going into a pocket.
"My skills, mebbe dey cheatin' on po' Remy, too." He gave a long sigh.