Remy has, in fact, been the perpetrator of many-a-dick move, but fortunately he's grown up since then, and also been knocked around something fierce a good number of times. (Some guys just turn into worse assholes, some guys evolve. Remy is good at evolution, in many ways.)

"Let's go for tradition," he says, and seems to be genuinely interested, in a carefully curious sort of way, like he's not sure what he's supposed to be curious about, really. Tea. What the heck. "What counts as tradition 'round here anyway?"