"Ha, you've got the omph but not aim," Remy chuckled and shook his head, pushing off the table to take his turn. "Is all in the wrists." He smiled at the nudge and shrugged. "She's not gonna let me in, but she might be warmin' up to de charm. I'll stop flirting de day you stop smoking dem nasty cigars." Lining up to take out another two balls he grinned. "Well, was hopin' to get in a bar fight wit' some knuckle-draggers, den make some trouble for someone else."