It wasn't often Gambit played anything alone. But he didn't feel the need to clear up that fact. Not at the moment. "Mmhmm," he nodded to Shiro's pronunciation. Hell, it was better than most Americans' attempts. Miss Moonstar was full of piss and vinegar, he was happy to see. When she returned his wink, his smirk widened, but it fell when Shiro responded to the question of his homeland.
"My bad, mon ami. Don' take it personally." Remy lowered the cigarette from his lips and listened as Dani spoke (rather wisely). There were so many nations and colors in the world, it was a sorry man who took himself and his pride so seriously that he got upset by a silly mistake. Other people were ignorant, that was that. Gambit himself hadn't known any better. And Shiro hadn't understood where he was from, either. But it didn't look like the hot-blooded Japanese fella planned to boil over Gambit's error.
"One-on-one, chere? I could go up an' down dat court with you all day." He tossed her the ball, with very little challenge. He was in the mood to relax, but there was no need to pass on an opportunity to engage in sport with a spunky beauty. Or other things, for that matter.