"Ain't nobody ever told you dat tellin' a man no just make him more crazy?" the little thing was fun, he had to give her that. "An' for a pretty thing like you, Chère, I'd be willin' ta take my life in my own hands. Big bad men been tryin' ta do me in for as long as I can remember, given a choice I'd have to go with you, darlin'. At least I'd be dyin' a very happy man." Remy liked difficult women and the pretty girl in front of him was clearly good at being difficult.
Most men would have dribbled down their shirts when she licked her lips, but Remy wasn't most men. He'd been sitting in Camelot for several weeks without getting too excited or suffering a deadly attack of blue balls, he'd gotten used to seeing women behave suggestively for money. The girl in front of him wasn't honestly after his money, but she wasn't actually after him either, so he saw it more as just a show than an actual come on. "Now you've got me dere, can't say I know why you should be fair if only because you've got some sympathy for a lonely old man."
He put an elbow on the bar and rested his jaw on his open palm, "Who? Sorry, Chère. You know we men ain't so good at multi-tasking, can only do one t'ing at a time an I be focused on you. Do I just look like a fella you could be gettin' rid of dat easy?"