That gets a short, sharp French invective under Remy's breath, but he shakes his head. "Well. I wouldn' have a problem wit' doin' dat, but I ain't seen one of de ladies wit' her hair up." Not yet, at least. "Could use a paper clip instead, but I ain't got one of dem on me."

Not until later when he ran into Saturday, at least.

The last bit of it makes him look up, rocking back on his heels though not bothering to stand up yet. "Mutant ability or somet'in' else?"

It could be either. And he'd known a couple of mutant wolf shifters, after all.