He was used to just picking up something on the street when he had needed one before. Actually owning a car was a new thing to Remy, and it being something 'lawyerish' in style and make, sleek and silver, amused him everyday he had to drive it. He opened the passenger door for her with a smirk. "After you, mademoiselle."
"Et, yes, dis is a weak attempt to seem impressive," he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Is it working?"