"Is there somethin' I can do for you?"

Remy LeBeau spoke with a smooth voice laced with a Cajun accent and smiled at you while he shuffled his playing cards in his hands, his feet resting up on the table. He looked at the cards in his hands for a moment before he looked up at you once again with his crimson eyes. He cocked an eyebrow upwards before he smirked playfully at you.

"Do I owe ya money?"