are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Giving his husband a flat stare, Remi raises a brow and says nothing as to whether or not Ronin is meant to eat the rocks. He can absolutely give it a try if it's what he thinks he ought to do. 'I forget, did she even say what it was for?' Remi asks, closing one eye and looking up toward the ceiling with the other. Maeve's request had been met with more or less annoyance on their parts such that the alchemist hadn't bothered actually listening to the why that was attached to the please. "Because if it is another weapon using bits of you, I am going to have to draw the line." Ronin had sent back some of his hair, hadn't he? Or was that for something else again?
"You absolutely will not." Remi corrects. "Because first thing in the morning you will be having breakfast in bed with me, and so help me if that gets cut short so you can go mail some grave-dirt to Torchline, I will be very unhappy about it." The alchemist grumbles.
"It is called taking things slow Ronin. You know, to build up excitement, or..." Waiving his free hand to fill in the gaps, he shrugs. 'But I do not need to, of course.' He adds, sliding the flat of his hand all the way up the Huntsman's thighs to press between his legs with his palm.
"You absolutely will not." Remi corrects. "Because first thing in the morning you will be having breakfast in bed with me, and so help me if that gets cut short so you can go mail some grave-dirt to Torchline, I will be very unhappy about it." The alchemist grumbles.
"It is called taking things slow Ronin. You know, to build up excitement, or..." Waiving his free hand to fill in the gaps, he shrugs. 'But I do not need to, of course.' He adds, sliding the flat of his hand all the way up the Huntsman's thighs to press between his legs with his palm.
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
