It was a stupid game, that’s all it is. So why do you find it so hard to sit still, and unable to look Remy in the eyes? Strip poker, it was Remy’s idea, go figure. And you were gonna say no, but here you are. Sitting across from Remy in some safe house, your shirt discarded on the floor. Along with his, although you suspect he lost that round on purpose.You leaned back in your chair, looking at your cards. Remy had an elbow on the table, a smug smirk on his face.