Remy now had a choice to make.

Would he stay on Logan's lap and make things more awkward? Or would he get off and never acknowledge what happened?

Staying put, Remy offered a shrug. "Ah dunno, mon ami. Wade put me up ta dis."

With the tilt of his head, he took the card. "Ah appreciate it, chère. Ah'll keep y'all in mind."

"If we talkin' 'bout dis world, ah don' know jus' yet. Maybe Wade or Logan by default."

"Dat depends. How do dey feel 'bout mutants?"

"Johnny was family. De Resistance... dey were all any of us had."

"Can't say dat ah do, but ah'd happily do dat all over again."

Grimacing, Remy immediately reached into his coat for his cards.

"Ya stay away, or ah'll make sure ya don have no fingers left ta torment us wit."

"Ya ain't gon like what ya see in my head."

Remy frowned, eyeing that smirk. It didn't surprise him that Cassandra would eventually want to get her hands on him.

"Now, why don' ya stay over dere wit them long fingers of yas?"