Francis Bonnefoy had known that the Silent Guardian had a nice figure from the news reports that he had seen, but he had never expected to get a personal look at the man’s abs.
He wasn’t sure why or how assassins came to his fancy party, but before any of them could pull a weapon, the red-and-black hero had pushed him aside and begun to fight them all, effortlessly dodging their punches, kicks, and shots, and then-
"Is there something on your mind, Monsieur Bonnefoy?" asked his secretary, Matthew.
"I was just thinking," said Francis, rising from his desk, "I want to thank the Silent Guardian personally for saving my life."
"Um, well, you know that the Silent Guardian is good at hiding and not being noticed, so, uh, maybe you could just - tell the papers that you’re happy about it?" said Matthew, going oddly red and shuffling his feet.