Not wrong, but Off. It drew out the small thing, which scuttled across the patio and under Remy's chair. He chuckled warmly. "You see it?" He asked, before holding his gloved hand under the chair, letting the Shadow inspect it before climbing up onto his hand, holding on with all nine of its appendages. He slowly raised his hand up, amused at how perfectly weightless the creature was. "Wonder what t'ey named it." He murmured, not looking directly at the creature, sizing it up, trying to figure it out, mostly.
He chuckled, "T'is is a Shadow, uppercase S. Petit's backstage is fill wit' 'em, t'ey're helpers. Feed offa emotion, an' energy, whatever we give off, t'ey like. T'ey seem t'like me some. Bounder was mine f'a long while, prolly wonderin' where we all got to, f'sure. Miss t'little bugger. Ain't as little as t'is guy, tho', neh."
He laughed as the creature scurried up his coat arm and tucked itself closer to the collar. "Oui, jus' a babbin, t'is."