Every inch of this was exactly like the books he'd read and the movies he'd seen. He tried to keep cool, though. He had a character to play, after all, right? Another visiting detective, probably.

He got a bit better at keeping his wits about him in this busy street, eyeing a couple of those old motorcycles as they whirred past. He let out a low whistle. "Those look like a lot of fun." Probably not as much power as the Hardboilder, but at their size they didn't need a lot.

He grinned over at Madeline. "You can just call me Lefty, if you want," he crouched low over her desk and gave her a wink and a tip of his hat with his left hand, holding his tie in place with his other. She was super pretty.