cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Raising his own cup, though he doesn't drink from it, Remi does inhale the scent as it steams up toward him. Even with his supernatural senses, the coffee doesn't smell quite as good as he knows it should, though the wendigo is happy to let his memory suffuse the moment with all the trappings of sitting down to enjoy a good cup of coffee with a friend.

"Say more about that-" The wendigo interrupts, one hand gesturing as if he might pause Ronin's explanation the way the hunter had paused the Office. "Binding. Do you die? Are you...physically incapable of it?"

Narrowing his eyes only slightly as he turns properly toward Ronin, now actually sitting comfortably in the chair, the wendigo tilts his head. "Was that aimed at me?" He wondered, his voice free of sarcasm though full of suspicion.

Taking the moment to look Ronin over as he rose and went to the bookshelf if only because it still struck Remi as rather novel to see the hunter in Home Mode, the wendigo shifts to set down his coffee in order to accept the book. It was one of those items that made you feel things to hold it, sort of like you needed to pee or maybe to do a hundred jumping jacks. Flipping through the pages with intentionally delicate fingers, Remi's eyebrows raise as his lips pull down.

"Well if this is all..you know, from across the pond, do you think she has ever actually encountered many wendigo?"

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!