Source Checking {Remy}
"Jean Lafitte.. hmm.. I bet there’s a book or something.." Her eyes narrowed in thought, making a mental note to check around when she could. If there was something on him in terms of paper and ink, she’d find it. She laughed and grinned before she shook her head. "Er, no, though that makes a good argument for it. Mm, something else.." She shrugged and brushed it off quickly, avoiding it if she could. Just another thing to think about when she was on her lonesome, along with the rest of her nice, long list of things.
She grinned with a small ‘yay’ escaping her when he accepted her offer, rather pleased with herself and beaming. Seeing him smile like that encouraged her own, slight colour in her cheeks. When he started laughing, however, she prodded him playfully, pouting in an attempt to seem some what mad or upset. “Laughing at me again! I’m glad I can amuse you in some way or another,” she scoffed, flicking her hair back and giggling, “I think we would of made a great duet, personally. I think I’ve nailed this jazz singing business pretty well.”
It took her a few moments to realise what was going on, gazing up from her now empty hand to see what he was doing. It didn’t bother her, having him go through it, like it would if someone else had taken it. She was always so fussy about her music and keeping it to herself. “Oh! Thanks.. uh..” She watched Remy stand and blinked at the offered hand, momentarily confused, until she took it and the music started playing. “I er, I can’t dance, I’m absolutely terrible, oh.. I’m gonna step all on your feet and it’ll be an absolute mess..” Her face filled with colour, stumbling over her words with an immediate embarrassment. But as they moved and she followed as best as she could, she found herself relaxing into a fit of giggles.
True to his expectations, Remy found himself much more confident in his own movements than Senna seemed at all. She looked to be almost entirely focused on not stepping on him -amusing, considering the ease he had in moving the both of them to prevent that very thing from happening. Waiting until a brief lull in the song to pull her closer to him, the Cajun took that advantage to whisper in her free ear. An effort purely to avoid disrupting the lyrics. "Don' you worry 'bout it at all, chérie. Jus' follow my lead an' enjoy de music." Spinning her out, he couldn't help but laugh at the flush, grinning as she descended into giggles. The woman seemed oddly at ease around him; though a observation he could hardly complain about. It was merely... strange, considering how little they knew each other, though a somewhat comforting revelation. As if it was only to be expected of her.
In time, the song faded as the last note hit and the pair found their dance come to an end. Taking a step back and removing the miniature speaker before it was yanked from his ear, Remy bowed. Sweeping a hand to his chest and offering a quick wink. "Wasn't too bad, yeah? Now you can say been dancin wit' a true rat from de Big Easy." The word 'thief' almost slipped from his lips before he could catch it though the cover easily replaced it. The less who knew about his professions, the better.
