"Amen to dat, though wait a month or so et mebbe we'll see some action." He rolled his eyes a bit at that, remembering the last few hiccups. "We've had zombies et not-so-nice people running about before."
Remy, with his eyes, was used to being gawked at and hadn't paid much attention back. No one was trying to attack them, why care? But he saw her expression and took her hand lightly, kissing her knuckle. "They're jealous, Cherie, or too bored waiting for their food t'be polite." He caught some eyes and blandly stared back, making the others look away in embarrassment.