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

Unlike in other worlds where things said always are done just at the right time, here and now as the pair thumb through this story together, Remi finds himself a few pages behind where the hunter seems to be. Swallowing stiffly as if chastised for his desire to spend time in this particular apartment and with this particular man, it's with a half-smile that Remi feels fingertips against his lips. Having to keep himself from pulling back, instead, he nods, his own arms moving and shifting to allow the hunter to come closer.

"Oh?" Biting worriedly at the inside of his cheek, Remi's eyes lower—not that there's anything to see, given how close the pair are—when a thought suddenly occurs to him. "Does...does Morgan ever...work with any non-fae, besides you?" The likes of Grimm, by chance?

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!