cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

"A good point - I'll make sure I have her check your calendar," Ronin agrees with the sort of tone that would likely have Isla slapping them each separately for their misogyny. Trying and failing to hide a smile, he does wonder how much waggling Remi's eyebrows can actually do before his face gets tired, though the whole orgasmic thing is as good a reason for it as any.

"I'm sorry - just to be clear - are you saying that Isla made you wendigo viagra and you want me to serve it to you with a little cocktail umbrella? I'd like to know we're on the same page here, that's all." Is he grinning? Is it an especially shit eating grin? Perhaps, yes.

Behaving is suspicious, and Ronin can tell Remi that for absolutely nothing. Still, he barks out a laugh to imagine a bunch of nervous interns and scientists trying so hard to get him into the jacket, the Hunter shaking his head. "It would make me want to take a snap at them even more, personally," he agrees, "but you didn't hear that idea from me. Still, I feel almost robbed of your..." There isn't really a way to describe it, and so Ronin simply mimics a quintessential Italian gesture. "You know?"

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!