You walked down to the kitchen, not expecting to see anyone at such a late hour. Your gaze immediately fell on the broad back of a man in a long brown coat. He stood with his hands on the table, his head bowed down. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, and his red eyes briefly lit up with a dangerous light before the tension eased and a charming smile graced his features:

Ah, chère, I hope you are sneakin' up on ol' Gambit with a kiss and not with a kill!