"In the most responsible way of course," Ororo purred back. His shaggy locks hung like curtain as he hovered above her. So Ororo swept them back wanting to take in the look of mischief that was sure to be in Remy’s rubies. "So my young Lebeau, how much do you know about kissing?"
Remy gave a devilish smirk. “I know I’m good at it. But dere always be room fo’ improvement, non?”
Remy’s brow’s furrowed in a comment of recognition. “Ya say ya las’ name Beaubier non? Is ya brother Jean-Paul?” he asked.
“Oui! That is my twin brother. Do we not look alike?” Aurora asked with a chuckle. “Jean-Paul. Jeanne-Marie. Sound the same?” she chuckled.
"Oui, I see de resemblance now," he nodded before charming, "But Northstar ain’t nearly as lovely as ya belle."