Remy had always been an older brother figure, if not a parental mentor, towards some of the younger X-men. First Jubilee, then Laura Kinney. But with the two having gone out for some 3 week long retreat—which he didn't blame them if they wanted to relax—his next goal for life had become a lot less foggy. A terrifying thought, but one he welcomed dear. He'd been thinking like this for years now.

Remy behind you, his chin rested against the crook of your neck, he pursed his lips around the bottle. His cheeks were flushed, his clingy behaviour only influenced further by the alcohol, as he gazed up at you. The cajun was draped around you like a clingy house-cat. It couldn't have been any more obvious even if he had hearts in his eyes; LeBeau was smitten. "You ever think about havin' a kid or two, Chère/Cher?" The sudden question almost pushed you to spit out your drink in shock.