"Oh, isn't that just lovely?"

the courier quipped, his revolver shining like it's auditioning for a spotlight. He casually crossed his arms before sauntering over.

"Let's keep it oh-so-classy, shall we? I'll nonchalantly inquire if you've had the pleasure of running into a dear old chum of mine, and then you can elegantly make your grand exit from this riveting drama..."

His tone made it pretty clear; this messenger wasn't chatting about buddies in the conventional sense.