The muscles in his face twitched, and Remy suddenly felt trapped, like he was being backed into a corner. The muscle in his cheek jerked again, barely hiding a wince. Family. He had a father, or close enough, close as any thief came in the guild, for whatever good that did him. That same man stood by and saw him banished after years of loyalty, after signing away his freedom to a marriage he never wanted.

Raised and sold like a bull at auction. All for the politics of the guilds. He shook his head and swiped a hand over his face, trying to chase away the tell-tale signs of upset, replacing it with a strained smile that he had to work at turning easy when he finally looked down at her again.

The weight of her on his arm was both a comfort and a detriment. It made him want to pull her closer and run away from her all at the same time. This entire situation was just wrong, crazy. How had she managed to worm her way into his head so easily? So quickly? He was no rookie, no inexperienced brat!

"C'mon, now. We don't wanna be talkin' 'bout nobody's parents when you got a mostly naked man beside ya, n'est pas?" He cupped her cheek, leaning in for another kiss, needing the distraction--needing to distract her as his voice echoed off the walls of the pool room and traveled back.