Ha! Remy's skills for charming his way out of trouble had saved his skin many a time before, and once he got enough steam, he could talk a saint from a pedestal. Who needed facts to be convincing? Piotr seemed to be relenting and conceded defeat, which Remy beamed at. "Come on, we are on de side of good on dis one. We are compelled to do dis, for the honor of our X's, non? Using our abilities for good, helping those in need. Xavier'd get misty eyed at de thought of it, I'm sure of it." Again, who needs facts?
He clapped the man on his back, smiling along. "See? De deal is as good as done, no skin off either's nose." Once he had a figure to aim for, he stood and considered. That was in dollars or rubles? Better get the larger, just in case. "We could just sell Logan's bike or Scott's car, would be much faster," he mused out loud before grinning. "This is easy, might be a few weeks but shouldn't be too much trouble." The offer to join Piotr on his homecoming however, would make a lesser poker face slip. "I might have to decline: one, Russian mothers are tiny and terrifying when dey want to be et-" His face went sour with a sulk. "You can't smoke in a plane et I might attempt to crash it before we land properly. A visit from leetle Piotr would be better received wit'out a guest."