Remy was quite happy and a little buzzed, but he'd had less than Rogue (he had to get them back home eventually, after all), and sneaked enough alcohol in to have quite the tolerance.
He really didn't want the meal to end, himself. Then he was going to have to be stubborn with her again.
He gave the bell a ring, flashing the waitress a winning smile as she came in a minute later. "*Dessert, please,*" he said, back in his slightly mangled French. "*The chocolate coffee tart. And a straight espresso for me.*"
She nodded, clearing the table and taking off again.
"I need a coffee. But it's not like I sleep often anyway. Not wit' Wade as a roomie, at any rate," he said with a chuckle.