“Well, lookie here now. I spy with my little eye something that catches my attention.”

There’s the sound of a chuckle following a rich Cajun accent. Gambit approaches with that usual saunter, glancing around from time to time. What for, it’s unclear. Once he’s close enough, he walks around in a little circle, like a shark. All this before passing by and bumping shoulders in a playful and teasing manner, flashing that charming smile of his.

“So! What does someone like you got to do with someone like me, cher? You looking to start some trouble? Are we gonna get together for another round of cards? Or do I owe you something? C’mon. Speak now or forever hold your peace, mon ami.”