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

Sadly as there's no director to choreograph any of this, almost nothing of the sort you'd expect actually happens. Remi doesn't know the way to Isla's bedroom, but nor does he have the physical strength to lift the doctor as he is now. That he doesn't have an erection that buckles his knees is only thanks to Ronin, though otherwise, the moment would stray into crass comedy instead of dramatic tension.

Lips still parted by the shell of her ear, the wendigo exhales in a short, shaky burst of air as Isla's arms twine around him. The moment is tender and sweet, but no less intimate for the lack of thrashing lips and discarded clothes. Straightening only slightly, Remi reaches out for the doctor. His palms first glide against the sides of her waist, fitting his fingers against her exactly, before curving around to contour against her lower back. He'd always known that beneath the professional cut of her doctor's attire, there were more than just a few womanly curves, but the slow and intentional drift of his hands seemed to suggest he was keen to make sure that nothing was left up to his own imagination.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!