[Remy and Sharon]
"I'm not Cassanova." He didn't think of himself that way.
But come to think of it... God, he sort of was, wasn't he?
"Yeah, I am here with you-- wait, why are you so upset?" He'd scoop up her third drink and follow her. Good Lord, walking away like this was certainly wrapping him around her little finger, wasn't it?
"What did I do? All did was tell you how gorgeous you were. I didn't mean to make you so upset about it." That was what all of this was, wasn't it? It stemmed from him saying she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.