That's what he was thinking, Monsieur Wall.

"Ain't we all?" That had been his thinking, at least. Then again, who knows?

He's impressed with the way she's putting away food. To be fair, he normally does the same, even with food he likes. High metabolisms are a bitch.

"Pleasure, Saturday." How's he going to make a nick name out of that? Needs thought. "I'm Remy."

She didn't offer her last name, he won't offer his. First names are fine.