Far from cute or adorable, it's grotesque and alarming, because whether or not Erik has ever seen Remy before, he knows him well. It's just as he said to Wanda that first night - Magneto frightens him, and it has nothing to do with his power or his politics. That charisma is quicksand.

But Remy is a superb actor - this is the man who managed to fuck Sinister over twice without any mutant factions catching on, who manipulated his way into the ranks of Apocalypse, who not even Charles Xavier can crack into. Wanda is much more compelling and important motivation than spite; Erik'll never see that fear, and he'll never get an inch. It's how Gambit works.

For now he's got other things to focus on. (Or pretend to.)

«So I can stop talking along, now?» His hands move without his mouth, though he's still smiling, unusual red-on-black eyes focused on Ilde. «What's with that face?» He extends his left hand to her, not for a handshake, but slightly beckoning. What's up with you, fille, he can tell. When his gaze flicks to Erik, it's less familiar, but no less congenial. He raises his head in greeting, then offers his right hand to shake - with anyone else it'd look awkward, multitasking like this, but there's a certain lazy grace about him that looks fine doing just about anything. "Remy LeBeau."