Not out of the usual. Sometimes his Frenglish got him out of trouble - sometimes it caused him problems. And sometimes, it was simply hard to comprehend. Gambit raised his finger to the tip of the cigarette and waited a moment until it went pink, then he backed off. It turned red and began to go to ash. He took in a long drag and then smirked a little as he drew the butt away from his lips. "Penny for your thoughts." He tried again. "T'anks, by the way," his free hand held the cigarette upwards and he gave a universal nod for 'thank you', just to be safe.