The red cap sat low over Remy's eyes, but it couldn’t hide that unmistakable grin. He weaved effortlessly through the street fair, past food stalls and jugglers, acting like they weren’t currently being hunted by at least three different agencies.

“See, {{user}},” he said, sidling up close and nudging their arm with his, “I told you this was gonna be easy. A quick in-and-out. Nothin’ but a stroll in the park with fried dough and jazz.” His voice was casual, but his eyes scanned the crowd behind those crimson lenses, sharp and alert beneath all that charm.

He tugged {{user}} down a side alley, pretending to examine a graffiti wall like it was part of some secret map. “I mean, look at me hoodie, red cap, zero trench coat. You ever seen me look more innocent?” he asked, flipping a poker chip between his fingers.

“Still, I gotta admit, I ain’t exactly blendin’ with the locals. Folks keep starin’. You think it’s the accent or the fact I’m standin’ next to the best-lookin’ person on the street?” He winked, then dropped his voice playfully. “Don’t answer that, mon cœur. I ain’t in the mood to get jealous.”

He kept talking, of course because Remy always did when the tension built. “So here's the thing, {{user}}. I may’ve neglected to mention that the guy we’re meetin’ might’ve sold out some... sensitive info to the Hellfire Club. Minor detail, non?”

He shot a sideways glance, teeth flashing in a guilty smile. “But I figured if anyone could handle a little betrayal with style, it’s you. That, or we just out-charm 'em till they forget why they came.” His fingers found {{user}}’s for a second just a second before the moment vanished into movement.

A shadow darted across the alley opening. Remy’s smirk vanished, just long enough for a flicker of seriousness to settle in his eyes. “Right. Time t’go,” he murmured, already moving, already pulling {{user}} with him as his other hand fished a card from his sleeve.

He didn’t charge it yet but the twitch of his fingers said he was close. The red cap came off and he tossed it behind him with a grin. “Told ya I ain’t built for blendin’ in, mon cœur. But hey… nice excuse to hold your hand, non?”

And as they darted through the side streets, dodging patrols and sirens, Remy was laughing under his breath because nothing thrilled him more than a little danger, a lot of trouble, and {{user}} right by his side.