I suppose ya could call it that, mademoiselle, [No denying it because there really wasn't any point in it.] I normally just call it a job, but a rose be a rose 'nd a steal be a steal, no matter the name.

[Remy continued to eye Peggy, but more as curiosity of how long the desk would hold her. He felt a little bad he hadn't warned her, but it was short lived. It wasn't harmful, it wasn't dangerous, it wouldn't cause her pain once she stood up from it, and even then it was only the ache of sitting for so long than anything long lasting. It wasn't his favorite part of his room, but it was a certainly a place of loyalty for him, of things that had to get done and to tough through the negatives that came with it.]