[Rem]

The man looked at the one who had spoken with a raised eyebrow and half-grinned, chuckling softly under his breath, flicking some ash out the window. "I would like to see you make the attempt my friend," he said in a friendly tone. "I opened the window before I began, the threats are unnecessary. I just need a cigarette, it's been a...difficult evening." He paused and then lazily touched fingers to his forehead, 'saluting' the blue-haired male. "Call me Rembrandt. No honorifics needed, nor wanted." He took another drag of his cigarette. "And yourself?"