"Just tink about it," Remy said with a chuckle, "It's physical and mental. Ain't sometin someone ken explain to you so much as what you feel yourself and when it happens, all dis explaining gonna suddenly make a helluva lot of sense."
He stepped back and gestured at the table with a smile, "Go again. You got dis, petite. Make dis shot, Remy'll get us a round." He blinked as soon as he said it, glancing at her, but then shrugged. "Long as you don't rat me out." He didn't think she was the type to go running to the Headmaster to tattle, though, and didn't withdraw the offer.
Nodding at the table again, he stacked his hands on the tip of his cue and rested his chin there, "Remember to sigh."