"I suppose there aren't many taverns like this in The Climb either," Ronin murmurs with a grin, and though he is still a human and he does consider himself quite fun under the right circumstances, he imagines it's not quite in the same way as Zef means. Just the same as her wordplay about her copilots, but things hadn't been black and white with Ascended, and neither are they with the Ancients. Besides, given his husband's own instincts, it would be hypocritical of Ronin to judge. Probably.
"Ah, a mercenary. You're never unemployed for long either in that line of work," he agrees, the Nova raising a glass in a toast to her and her line of work. "And I consider myself the lucky one. As for the bacon, I tend to put it on the table myself," he continues, bobbing his eyebrows at her. "I suppose you could call us both semi-retired these days. Used to hunt monsters, though."
"Ah, a mercenary. You're never unemployed for long either in that line of work," he agrees, the Nova raising a glass in a toast to her and her line of work. "And I consider myself the lucky one. As for the bacon, I tend to put it on the table myself," he continues, bobbing his eyebrows at her. "I suppose you could call us both semi-retired these days. Used to hunt monsters, though."
