Remy caught sight of a different charm bracelet, still in the (still-open) case. Perfect. He didn't give it more than a moment's glance before he began to rifle through the bracelets she lifted up. "Ah, bon, bon! Dese are all wonderful."
The girl smiled, trying to regain her composure. She wasn't used to two such different accents at once. She rubbed at her cheek in an attempt to hide the blush. "It depends on the design," she stammered after a moment. She pointed to one with very few charms. "Those are seventy-five. These ones," she moved her finger along the array, to a heavily beaded and charmed piece, "are about two-fifty."
Remy nodded. "A fair price for such fine craftsmanship." He gave them another glance, then looked beyond the shop girl. He paused, glancing between it and the girl. "Could I see dat necklace? I almost missed it - it's hard t'keep my eyes off ya long 'nough t'see de jewelry, non? Not a good sales plan, keepin' someone so pretty behind de counter, and not modelin' de niceties, non?"
Remy didn't believe there was such a thing as laying it on too thick.
The girl couldn't hide this blush, nodding quickly and turning, fumbling to get the necklace down.
As she did, Remy leaned forward, hand moving quick as a flash to remove the bracelet he had his eye on. He managed to not even make any of the other jewelry in the crowded display clink. He pocketed it without batting an eye or changing his posture. He leaned once more on the counter as the girl turned around with the necklace.
He glanced to Kurt. "What'cha t'ink, mon ami? T'much, or juss pretty 'nough for one'a our girls?"