"Mon dieu..." Remy murmured quietly, words barely leaving his lips. He hadn't mean for them to leave his mind. The hand at the back of his neck grasped at his neck before dropping back down to his side. Juss take it easy, Remy, he thought to himself. Don' screw up what ya been workin' for.
He disentangled his hand from hers, placing both hands on her shoulders. He tried to grin faintly; this was too much serious for him to wrap his head around for much longer. "Den mebbe I juss need t'reprove myself, non? De English, dey ain't nearly so good at de sensual den de French - and de Cajuns, we even better den de French."