"So, you'll still tear him a new asshole, but you'll be gentler dan before," Remy summarized, smirk showing he was teasing. He supposed he should be the last person to damn people getting second chances, but the big guy had barreled Remy through enough walls before to be touchy. He puffed up his chest a little, as if one-upping the giant was that important to him. "I bought you dinner. Dat's at least two points right dere."
He made a face, waving his hand to brush away the words. "'LeBeau''s too officious, Sage. Chuck or Cyke would call me dat and et ain't in de Danger room. Remy would do fine, s'il vous plait." She reached out and caught his face and he relaxed his jaw enough to make the optimal fishy face. "Now Ol' Gambit might color de truth from time to time to improve a situation, Cherie," he drawled with amusement, eyes lidded with deep amusement. "But on some topics, my dear, may a false word never cross my lips."