Seeing him dressed up so nicely was... weird.

He wore a creamy white suit — matching pants and undershirt — with gold streaks embedded into the collar, and he looked as though he finally fixed his horseshoe mustache a little.

"Just a simple poker game, darlin'." He said, sliding his hand to rest on your lower back; his touch oddly gentle.

It just so happens you were his plus one to the mission — A fancy boat party you would be infiltrating.