Remy clicked his tongue and shook his head, taking a drink. "Logan, you know you ain't my type." He squinted at the old mutant, black and red eyes looking him over. "Far too hairy, mon ami."
Prowling the table for a better angle, he tipped his head and did the math before lining the cue up again. "And how's dis being leader thing going on wit' you, Professor?" He snickered as he poked fun.