The gesture of being out of his personal space when she approached was a kind one: he was much older than when they last met and it wasn't flattery to say she'd have the upperhand in combat. Grace squealed in delight and waved a chubby hand in her direction.
"Marie? Grace's?" Remy shook his head and snorted softly. "Non, her intent wit' any of my organs was purely decorational when we last spoke."
Apparently they weren't going to be going into chasing, stabbing kind of date. The tension in him went down a notch. "What about you, cherie? What mischief have you been getting into?"