"I'm sure sometin' can be arranged, homme," Remy said with an arched brow. The watch was beyond tacky, and Remy wouldn't be caught dead with something like that. But Beau liked flashy things, and offering the man bright baubles was a sure fire way to get him to talk.
Remy leaned forward a little, a pose that invited secrecy for everyone at the table. "But before we talk numbers, why don't you tell Remy what this information is. If it's good, then you'll have a new time piece by the end of the week. But..." and here he smirked. "If it's notin' but a bunch of bull, then we'll just let forget all about it, non?" Remy was curious to hear what Beau had to tell him, but he wondered just how Beau came across it in the first place. What exactly had his old friend been up to lately?