“Sure t’ing, Mercy,” Remy said with a smile. After Mercy left he turned to Rogue and said, “Was is fun teasin’ Remy like dat?”

“Are ya sore?” she asked.

“Non, I like a feisty girl,” he said as he started to eat. She suddenly looked away, which prompted a question that was nagging at him. He tried to act casual but there was something about her that made him anxious. “So why you come ta ‘Nawlins?” he asked in between bites.

“Ah don’t know. Good a place as any. Jus’ had to get away from things is all.” She got quiet for a moment and then asked him, “So why ya followin’ me?”

“What makes you t’ink I was followin’ you?” he asked, finishing the last of his eggs.

“’Cause everywhere ah go you pop up, like last night,” she said.

“Wasn’t followin’ you, Chere. Jus’ passin’ by when I spotted Julien hasslin’ you. Could never deny a damsel in distress, so I t’ought I’d offer my services.”

“Services?” she shouted in outrage. She stood up and leaned over towards him. “And what makes you think I needed your help?”

“Dat’s right,” he said, standing up to look her in the eye. “You knocked dat guy out wid one touch.”

Rogue sank back down in her seat while Remy still hovered over her. His words repeated themselves over and over until it sounded like an echo that only she could hear. Finally she found her voice and said, “That’s not…”

“Yes, it is,” Remy said, sitting back down. “I know what you are, but dat’s okay. Remy’s one too.” Suddenly the fork he was holding glowed dimly. Rogue had a look a fright about her face.

The fork returned to normal as she rose from her seat. She was about to take off when Remy grabbed her hand. “Don’t have ta be afraid of it, Chere.”

She snatched her hand back. “Do yourself a favor and stay away from me.” With that she stormed out of the diner. Remy slowly rose from his seat leaving his plate of half eaten breakfast, reached into his pocket, threw a crumpled twenty dollar bill on the table and left.