The pipet stopped inches from Sinister before floating gently into his hand. It disappeared when the hand slipped behind his back once more. His frown deepened and a single eyebrow rose, "It was an assumption. And is is a relatively simple task. I need you to procure some items for me that I am a tad to busy at the moment to get myself."
His hand came back into view. A small slip of paper not two inches wide and barely an inch longer was held out.
Before allowing Remy to take it from him, he gave a glare, "Do not speak of this to anyone. Is that clear?"