She was grinning now - that was a good sign. He'd rather have seen her amused than aggravated. And then - what? - she was putting her arms around him, and he flinched instinctively, still not quite used to this sort of attention.
Rémy looked at her worriedly, then finally managed a small, hopeful smile.
"You're, you're... you're welcome." he said, and averted his gaze, staring bashfully at the ground. He wasn't sure how Aimé managed to do this sort of thing - or anyone else, for that matter. It was nothing like in the movies.
He bit his lip. "So. I was wondering. If you're not busy. Sometime, would you want to, um. Like. Get dinner in the city. Or something? With me, I mean."
Rémy looked surprised himself that he'd just stammered that out. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, that hadn't been a part of the plan.