[Remy on the other hand was told this drink was free and he was going to savor it.]

So it ain't just about the money.

[He smiles playfully, taking a seat at the bar and wrapping one hand about his cup. With the other, he pulled out a small box, roughly the size of a deck of cards.]

I can assure you, Mam'selle, I know a thing or two about survivin'. When I was a boy, I fed myself with whatever I might liberate from unattended pockets, if you follow me. Makes a body appreciate a cash flow, non?

[The small box, decorated with a blue foil King, was placed on the bar, his hand resting atop it, an afterthought for the time-being.]