Remy studied her every movement. The trained eyes of a thief was always at work even on his leisure time. His smirk became lop sided, the left side of his mouth higher than the right due to her question. She was no longer feeling the need to be a leader, to be prim and proper. Now she was just a woman, though she’d always remain a true lady. He nodded slowly. “Oui but I mus’ admit I’ve always been a suck’ah fo’ a femme who can take charge.”
Ororo put her cards face down on the table, nails rapping on the glass of it. She leaned forward a bit, tossing her head to the side, her smile mischievous yet still reserved in only the way Ororo could manage.
"Really?" She says in her own sultry way. "Perhaps you should have shared this information before. Maybe I could have been of assistance." She crosses her leg under the table, foot bouncing lightly as she spoke.
Remy rose a single brow in mild surprise. Her tone, the tilt of her head and curl of her lips said vixen. “Why Stormy,” he said, feigning innocence, “If I didn’ know no better I t’ink ya was flirtin’ wit’ me.”