She laughed at his sulk, which was of course the purpose of said sulk, and he relaxed to a normal smile. "I may not like th' ones with the most dust on them like McCoy, but where else are de rogues charming et clever, or the end is happily ever after?" Impossible loves were always the best in stories. He lifted his eyebrow, silently questioning, and smirked for having the upper hand.
"He does, but until he knows you are secure, he won't do what needs to be done. Just the facts, not accusing." He patted her hand, doubting she needed to be psychically reassured, but rather to insist no implications.
Maybe it's the drugs or maybe it's a level of trust that makes her feel like opening up but Remy quickly shuts up any kind of protests while she talks. Perhaps she is just purely analytical by default or because she really didn't see herself as anything else, but it was startling to hear her talk herself down that way. He would have expected more confidence than this, to be honest, but he was just learning what was image and what was honest about her.
"Den he was a blind idiot and an embarrassment to de entire gender, je suis tres desole" he replied, hovering over her knuckles with a warm smile. "De night's ever young et out of dis world is always worth chasing, cherie."