Despite the day's earlier events, and despite the fact that his girlfriend was more or less crying mere moments before, Jamie was struck, suddenly, by the romanticism of the atmosphere, the way Layla looked in the low light. After all, it wasn't often that one found themselves literally swept off their feet, and brought to Paris -- even in their former line of work. One of the last times Jamie had been to Paris, he'd nearly destroyed it.

After a moment of simply staring at her, he extended a hand, not sure she'd even take it, given their track record for the day, but thinking it stranger to not offer with a lead-in like that one.

"I can manage that."