He gave a pained sigh, shaking his head mournfully. "Exactly what I said to dem," he nodded with sage expression and shrugged innocently. What can you do, stuffy New England types.
"Enchante." It sounded like she was going to stick with her story, short of dragging a telepath out of their bed to sweep her mind. Standing here in the driveway wasn't going to get answers, so he nodded. "If you're referring to you being walkin' trouble, can't help ya there. If it's because of de X-gene," he nodded and walked past her with a grin. "Come on, ain't nice to leave a lady out in de dark. Care to tell ol' Remy your gifts, or is dat more a 'nice dinner out' kind of question?" He wiggled his eyebrows over eerie eyes, playing around.