Remy popped out of the portkey and was once again grateful it didn't dump him in some slimy alleyway again. He smoothed down the front of the wine oxford tucked into tailored slacks, but the eternal scruff seemed to balance the polished look.
When he reached the address and caught a glimpse of his dinner-mate, his smile grew wider. She looked beyond stunning and every romantic image of the gypsy woman combined. He smiled as he walked into her vision, with a noted more bounce in his step.
"They used to warn about your types, cherie," he smiled and dipped a little bow. "Stealing hearts wit' a look and dancing away in de night."