Remy paused, then carefully kissed the top of her head - careful to really just kiss the top of her hair.
"Ah, good, den I know who t'go t' in case ya get a wild flight a'fancy, non?"
He reached up to rub his forehead again. The pounding was subsiding, but the pain wasn't. "Juss... promise dat if ya ever feel de urge... ya talk 'bout it t'someone first. Mebbe me? Juss waltzin' out... dat's askin' for regrets."