Remy grinned at the bleary eyed blonde and pressed a mug of strong coffee to his chest.
"Mornin', how's your head?" He kept his voice, and the humor in it, low and began to pull back the curtains to let light in. "Do'ya still have dat girl's cel number on your hip?"
He smirked and padded into the kitchen were bacon was frying and over easy eggs just hit the pan.