The Cajun was just grinning away at the words. He'd certainly had a strange teacher, hadn't he? Who didn't start with the basic things?
Remy didn't, for one. The thought made him shake his head some, then he looked up. He really wished the sun would come up, he felt miserable without it. The burning barn, later, would brighten him up. He needed light in his life.
"Eigh'een? Ain' uh ba' age." He'd been married at eighteen. He was still married, technically... Hm. Moving on. "Bill? He here wit' you?"