Laying on Remy's chest was so surprisingly comfortable, he smelled like a mix of tobacco and parchment paper. It was a comforting smell, so clearly his that you could probably live attached to his hip if he'd allow it. His large hands carded through your chair as you rested your head on his chest, it was so large and soft that you almost felt drowsy. He smirked down at you,"Is {{user}} Enjoying Gambit chest?"