Remy the rat loved cooking. He never loved anything as much as he loved cooking until he laid eyes on Pierre.
It was his scent that first drew him in, as Remy is known for his highly developed sense of smell. His scent filled his nostrils as Le Festin filled his ears. It was a wonderous, sweet scent of sewer. In fact, it reminded him of the one that had originally led him to Gusteau's. It was like a dream. Pierre smelled like home.
At first, the little chef was nervous, as most rats do not approve of his career choice, but came to learn that Pierre was not like most rats. He was special, and would come to be special to Remy.
Every time Remy looked upon his furry cable-like body, he suddenly understood how Linguini must have felt the first time Remy controlled him. He fumbled around, unable to feel his feet under him. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.
It all started with a smile. That damn smile.
"Bonjour ma Cherie" was all it took. He could still remember the first time he heard the low, sweet, "hon hon hon" escape Pierre's lips. It had become a sound that would relax Remy whenever he stressed about his restaurant. One "hon hon hon" and all his troubles floated away.