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"Yes... perhaps." Ronin was purposely vague, though his smirk suggested everything he wasn't saying. Pleasure was pleasure at the end of the day, and while he tried to be attentive and thorough to any partner that tumbled into bed with him, sometimes anticipation was too much - Ronin rather took it as a compliment. He realised then, of course, the other implication of Remi's comment, arching an eyebrow curiously. "But not for men?" That Vervain had spoken about them was strange, but then he had heard from Ashetta that she had a penchant for tales and myths and such like, so perhaps it wasn't as odd as he thought. "I think they are just... a different word for the same thing. God, deity..." He shrugged his shoulders, smiling to Remi, though he was honestly concerned by the other man's descriptions of what he had encountered. No, that didn't sound like what Ronin had seen at all. "One of the worst experiences...?" The invite was there, for Remi to say more, but Ronin wouldn't push him. He smiled and nudged the alchemist gently, taking up his mug once more. "It might be what was needed, but I can still feel guilty about having to do it," he said. The mention of his own deity encounter had Ronin brightening up again considerably, and he smiled to Remi with honest excitement in his face. "I went to the Glade to see the glowstones one night when I couldn't sleep, and she was there. Safrin, she called herself," he explained. "I've never seen anything like her in my life. She made me feel... like all the weight was lifted from me." His gaze grew distant as he remembered. "She said she could help to defeat that monster, the one outside the Spire." ronin begin again, as the storm