"Remy, Remy, Remy," A husky voice carried over the clink of silverware and china as the large blond man literally minced across the dining room floor, deftly dodging waiters. He straightened the cuffs of the bright orange shirt that peaked out from under an impeccable brown pinstripe suit. "Look at you you big hunk of man."
He doffed his matching brown fedora, the orange feather waving as he bowed toward Rogue with a flourish. "Beauregard De La Guerre, at your service gorgeous," he smirked at Remy over his shoulder. "No wonder you haven't been keeping in to-ouch," he added with a teasing lilt to his voice.