"French," he muttered as he kissed her again, the force of his thrusts sliding her body up and down on the slick tile. "Only French one I know is Gambit...Remy?" he asked then as he groaned into their kiss, his thrusts growing harder, the slap of their flesh drowned out with the sound of the strong spray of water. If that wasn't the right name then, he was going to give up until afterwards, because his concentration was waning in lieu of the coil of heat pooling in his belly at this point.