"I rarely lose, chere," the female was too great a distraction for Gambit too ignore. He gave her a wink, which cause the sweat that had been upon his eyelid to stream down his cheekbone and through his stubble to his neck. His eyes traveled (slowly) back to the Asian he'd been speaking to beforehand, then. "Gambit? From N'awlins," hm, "Louisiana, y'know?" He pointed down, meaning 'the South'. "You a, uh," he couldn't resist, "Chinaman?" Remy wasn't ignorant, but he couldn't help but feeling like ribbing the boy a bit. He could take it, eh?
Feeling a part of two very different conversations, the Cajun gestured for Miss Moonstar (oh yes, he knew her name well) to join them. "We won' bite, 'less you ask, petite."