Talking about charm to him was amusing. His smirk grew into a full out grin. "Now see, his charm's an act. Can't control it, neither. On an' off, like a lamp wit' a short circuit in its wire. Guy's got brains, though, prolly too much of 'em, prolly why he's as nutty as he is, on top of whatever else happened to him." He polished off the sandwich then, and took a long drink of water.
As much as he wished he could enjoy it, he knew that food would sit like a brick in his stomach.
He drummed his fingers on the tabletop as he thought about what she could do. "You got plenty charm y'self, though. Comes natural to you. You got dat... girlish, sweet an' naive t'ing goin' for you. An' y'pretty, an' you got nice eyes. You could use all dat to y'advantage, chere. But Remy ain't gun' sit 'round an' let you get near him. On de board's fine. Talk to him 'til he can't take no more talk. But be close guarded. I can send a few 'dese guys out to look after you 'til... Jack's off in some loony house somewhere."
He smiled to her and shook his head, "You too good. Somehow you don't strike me as de killin' type."