It had been hilarious, to tell the truth; Kitty had played chicken with him right up until the last moment, phasing through harmlessly, right before he went right through like a football through a spider's web. Then Piotr apologized to just about everyone, including the wall in his embarrassment. Everyone agreed it had been funny and only pulled it out to watched him squirm, now and then.
"Den you should switch your thoughts to de Kitty-centered ones," Remy suggested, smiling wide and crooked to help the innuendo along. "Sounds much more pleasant dan de ones circling round your head now." He pocketed his cigarettes when the big guy turned them down, content to work on his for a while. Piotr was moody and withdrawn, which did stand out from his usual more generous and gentle personality. Looking him over, Remy took a final pull before putting the finished butt out on his boot heel. "So, if it ain't girl problems, what is eating at you? Sorry kid, but your poker face... Blind men could read you. In a dark room."