I will fight the end
"Oh, I bet," Ronin whispers gruffly into the other man's ear, and for a second the pretense of strangers drops enough for the flush of lust and amusement to melt together everywhere they touch. Clearing his throat - harder, indeed - before he knows it, they stand at opposites in some debris filled alleyway, likely frequented by ruffians and merchant apprentices.
"As that may be, I do still seem to be missing something," he snips, holding up a left hand curiously missing a ring. One of them, anyway; Ronin has always been a fan of his trinkets after all, magical or otherwise. And as Remi turns with his palms placatingly turned up, the Nova can only raise his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Are you going to make me search you myself?" he wants to know, prowling closer and dropping his arms to his sides. As for bloodying his nose or anything else they might do to settle matters, Ronin is glad all of a sudden for his missing wedding band, that Remi might not feel how his heartbeat picks up. "I've no idea what you mean," he hisses.
"As that may be, I do still seem to be missing something," he snips, holding up a left hand curiously missing a ring. One of them, anyway; Ronin has always been a fan of his trinkets after all, magical or otherwise. And as Remi turns with his palms placatingly turned up, the Nova can only raise his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Are you going to make me search you myself?" he wants to know, prowling closer and dropping his arms to his sides. As for bloodying his nose or anything else they might do to settle matters, Ronin is glad all of a sudden for his missing wedding band, that Remi might not feel how his heartbeat picks up. "I've no idea what you mean," he hisses.
'til the end is here
