"Over a week, eh? 'Dat seem like it make you one o'da people 'dat been here 'de longes'. You been stayin'.. Chere?" He paused in his question as he noticed that she was staring at him funny. But when she suddenly cursed and tilted her head to the side, the Cajun realized what she was looking at and he slowly smiled again, lifting both of his eyebrows expectantly. She was looking at him like so many others had. Surprise. Maybe a little fear. And interest. "Nice t'meet you, George. Seem like a bit of uh mascul'ne name for such uh pretty lady, non?"
Though, even as he asked, Gambit was tilting his head to mimic the way she was craning her neck to look better at his eyes. "You see 'dem better if you come closer." The Cajun was speaking more softly now, enticing the younger woman to come nearer and get a better look at his very oddly colored eyes. "I ain' gon' bite.. not less you wan' me to." Flirt. Bad, evil flirt. But with a silver tongue and that charm, the wit -- and the slight boost it all got from his powers -- well, most women didn't stand a chance. Even that smile was so enticing. "You can call me Gambit." Finally, as an introduction.