Remy pulls off the coat of his suit, walking over to place it over Stacia's shoulders. Nothing unseemly, but more polite in this era than simply handing it over to her. "De rein, petite. Better dan makin' our hosts uncomfortable, non?"

Which would definitely happen if his glasses slipped. Not that there weren't plenty of other things around them causing the hosts to second guess...probably everything.

The fox cocks her head for a moment before tucking her right front foot back and dipping her head. As though bowing, really. "Gisele. An' de pleasure is mine, I assure you."