Remy thanked Pickles when he was given the information, and he tugged on a dread just because he could.
"You ever deal wit' psychos of dis caliber before y'self, Miniver? An' it ain't on account of you bein' 'round Dethklok. I ever tell you hommes Gambit's bad news?" He smirked and leaned back again, taking another drag of his cigarette before putting it out.