He held her wrist to read the inscription, running his thumb over it. "C'est tres beau, Adelia. One can never go wrong with understated elegance."
There was a roguish grin when she spoke of the other tattoos, not so much mentally undressing as... tastefully hypothesizing. "I've a Voodoo luck charm drawn on me." He shrugged, grinning. "Couldn't hurt, right?"
Like all good Cajun places, even though they hadn't ordered beyond the appetizer, the chef knew what to serve who and had it plated in no time. Remy inhaled and grinned widely as his plate was put down. "Bon temps, mes amies."