Remy cocked his head to the side as a brown rose in question. “Pourquoi? Ya jus’ like wine, ya get better wit’ age.” Remy leaned in, taking a deep inhale of her perfume as he drawled, “An’ jus’ as intoxicatin’.”
"And you Scoundrel are too much for words" Ororo purred. He really was and knew her too well. What did another year really matter so long as she got to do it by him? Ororo draped her arms over his shoulders then looked up at Remy with a knowing grin. "So..what do you have in store for me love?"
An arrogant smirk crossed Remy’s full lips, his devilish eyes peaking down her cleavage at the jade stone hanging from the twenty four karat gold chain. “Look down,” he instructed before a cocky chuckle escaped him. “Be de firs’ time I was sneaky ‘nuff ta slipped a necklace on a femme an’ not off.”