Remy cursed himself for moving too fast again. It was a good thing he loved challenges - it was tempering his frustrations with not sweeping her off her feet and having her say yes despite all her inhibitions. He began walking again, taking the steps slowly, needing to move.
"But if... dat's somet'ing I want -- if it isn't bein' tied down, juss bein' wit' someone -- den what do ya want?"