"Well, my old muddled brain does tends to glean over de stupid jackass et just play de good part," he admitted with an acquiescing drawl. "Like de time we got locked in dat vault et ended up drinki'g his wine and ruinin' de value of those ol' silks et tapestries."
Mostly Remy would have agreed, except for being too tired to constantly fuck up and for the bouncy girl in the assassin's lap.