"I'd be hard-pressed t'wish dese guys on Sinister, another grand bastard. If you did somet'ing t'deserve this, I'd have read it in de newspaper."
"With de bumper crop of mutants dey scooped up, dey don't seem t'be in much of a rush." Remy shuddered, he hadn't thought of the virus just yet, but was pretty certain they hadn't exposed him. "Merci for de offer, but dere won't be enough of dem left over when I finish grinding dem t'pulp."
His fingers slipped a bit, but very very slow progress was still progress. "What, de strong fierce types?" he laughed and shook his head as they worked "Nah, no idea what you're talkin' bout. I like de femmes of ma coeur sweet and petite, prone t'faintin' at a ladybug."