"Now, petite. No need to go doin' somet'in' so...predictable." Even though he's trying not to, Remy can't help but grin. "Not when you can hide a piece of de jumpsuit in a really hidden spot in his room where he won' fin' it for a good while."

Much more likely to stay with him. Literally.

He glances at his hand held computer and purses his lips. "Looks like somebody's got a buncha hydrogen peroxide, which is s'posed to work. Sounds like a t'ing to try, at least."