Remy clutched his chest and made a outraged, wounded noise. "It's bourbon, Doctor. A learned man of knowledge should know de difference!" He smiled and happily presented a cheek for her to kiss in passing. She was far more the morning bird than he, and had left him dead asleep in bed that morning as per usual. "Et she can play war games with Cyke without breakin' a sweat. She is a lady of many talents, Henri, dat she is."
When his work ethic was called into question, he snorted and began trick-shuffling his cards.