Remy gave Piotr a childish pout at the question of legality and the consequences. Guess this meant they weren't selling Logan's bike for a Vespa. Oh fine, Remy could play the boring, slower, good boy route. "I promise your family will not be living off blood money or anything like dat. Et people transfer money all de time, or de money order scams wouldn't be so common. Long as dey don't start ordering mahi-mahi or live squid, no one should notice." He barked a few laughs and shook his head in amusement. "I would pity whoever dey sent to wrangle you in."
He blinked his red eyes wide, looking guileless on why selling the other X-men's property could be a bad thing? "Dey keep them in such nice conditions for a reason, right?" he asked innocently. Piotr teased the Cajun about the visit and the wrath of a mother tamed by the presence of a guest and Remy played back, whining pitifully at the suggestion of going off cigarettes, even for a short time. He didn't want to eat the money he sent to help them, to tell the honest truth, but he grinned devilishly at the mention of a little sister. "Is dat so? Den again, her older brother tosses trucks for a workout, so mebbe not." He put his hand over his chest, mimicking an oath. "I only steal kisses from les petites et les mamans, promise."