"Non," he took another drag and tilted his head as he considered her reaction. She didn't seem too impressed, nor was she at all disgusted. She hadn't even mentioned his eyes, which for Remy was a bit of a godsend.
"I be one of these mutants 'round here. All dem folks dat say dey know Remy? Be mutants, I think," he licked his lips and balanced the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. Remy pulled out from his coat pocket a back of well-worn cards and he set them down on the bar.