Remy had a lidded and skeptical expression when she insisted that Hank's choices of reading were "interesting". There is not way the odds of a protein folding can be that interesting, unless you were talking how the meat laid in a burrito. Not an intellectual, unless it involved valuables. "Hey, all I know is when he busts out the big words, head for higher ground because here comes de verbal flood." He drops his shoulder in his usual lazy way, shrugging. "De way I see it, books are de only place happily ever afters happen. Maybe because dey ran out of pages, but they still happen."
"Getting comfy with Juggy, are you?" he asked lightly, looking like this was new gossip. "If I remember correctly you were dis close to snapping him a new asshole right before the mission. Dis is new." Maybe painkillers made her cuddly, or at least more forgiving.
He made a non-committal sound, seemingly unimpressed with her defending this mysterious man. "Den I will thank the saints I wasn't born anywhere near his world, it sounds very dry and boring." Leaning back, he swept his hands out, setting himself up to exhibit. "C'mon, cherie, would I lie to you about such things? Non, perish de thought."