[SE] and it goes like this

the baffled king composing hallelujah

Still puzzled, Ronin's brows draw together in a frown and he absently gives the reins a gentle tug so that the luxere slows its steps. He has a feeling he might not want to be focused on two things at once when Remi starts speaking. And so as they draw to a halt in the deep snow, the music and joviality of the festival some distance behind them, the Huntsman hears his husband out, though Remi is right - that is precisely the thing.

Given that only one of them has any lived experience of the Isla of it all, Ronin saves his breath with it's okays and you don't need to apologises. The Lullaby who would have listened to those has no memory of it any longer, and so instead he drops the reins to shift in their seat swinging his leg across Remi's waist to settle himself quite comfortably in the alchemist's lap.

"You are mine," he agrees, cupping his cheeks and drawing him up and into a kiss. "And you will make it up to me by marrying me this season. And by taking me on a date. I expect to be properly wooed, Remi Taliesin. No expenses spared, do you hear?" Kissing him again, Ronin breaks the lighthearted facade to slip his arms around his husband's shoulders.

"I love you," he whispers against his lips. "And I love hearing you say that you're all mine."