It was with a fierce glare that Remy stilled his hand, glowering up at the archer, chest taking slow, pained breaths. He didn't know how fast he could activate and get inside the tesseract, but he was willing to bet it'd be cutting it close, and if the purple douche was offering ultimatums that meant he didn't want to kill him. There was still chance for escape if he played his cards right.
"I ain't gettin' paid, am I?" he asked with a cheeky grin.