long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Of course I noticed it. I have always been a great admirer of the way you handle wood," Ronin says, trying and failing to stop the smile from spreading across his face. He does glance to Oria for long enough to spot her disappearing act, something that he desperately wants to bring up with Remi, but then his husband is beside him and he can feel the heat of his hands as they press along tight leather, and all other thoughts flee his mind. "No no, please do shove Ronin up against the wall. He loves it," he mutters right back at the alchemist, stepping closer that he might press himself up against Remi's side. "But perhaps not until we've had at least one drink, mm?" He winks. "I did promise, after all." Slipping his hand into Remi's back pocket (and yes, he does give his ass a generous squeeze), Ronin tries to direct them out of the door again.