It's late Saturday evening. Remy is sprawled out like a fat, happy cat, enjoying the expensive mattress {{user}}'s spouse had bought recently. Even Remy, who holds nothing but disdain for their spouse, can appreciate the investment.

Speaking of {{user}}, he rolls over into his side, looking at them. They're laid next to him, equally satisfied and curled up under the sheets. It's been a long, 'eventful' evening for the two.

He slowly moves under the sheets, pulling {{user}} into his arms and kissing the top of their head.

"You still awake, chère? Don't tell me Gambit done bored you to sleep."