Remy shrugged, not denying a single thing. "I like to live life to the fullest, mon ami. Et admiring the ladies we work with who save our lives is a simple hobby." He chuckled at Piotr's defense of his poker face, missing the point of having a poker face. No one is going to bet against you if they are scared of you. The man went silent and Remy let him have his peace to think.
Piotr divulged his worries, his families problems and how much that ate away at the giant softie. Family meant a lot to the man and he worried himself distracted and miserable over all the possible suffering. "So what you need is money to send there?" he summarized and debated another smoke to settle his options. "This is easy! We get you the cash and you take it to them. Money order, dey just a bunch of scams, no? Better you hand-deliver de cash yourself." He beamed up at Piotr and waved his hand. "Dis is easy. Give me a few nights to collect de scratch. We can fight de good fight with you off a few weeks."