I will fight the end
Whether Remi considers what Ronin's hands are doing to be dirty is entirely up for the commoner's interpretation, but let it be said that this semi-public frisking is certainly very thorough if nothing else.
Ronin's hands check pockets that the other man has only recently turned out; they run along seams from collar to waist to inside leg to ankle, and by the time he comes up short (because of course he does, and maybe he wasn't looking all that hard anyway) much more than Remi's clothes will have been examined in the process.
"If I showed you what they taught us soldiers, you'd already be in handcuffs and on your way to prison," he mutters, the words almost pressed against the shell of Remi's ear. "I didn't realise you were a magician. I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where is the item you stole from me?"
Ronin's hands check pockets that the other man has only recently turned out; they run along seams from collar to waist to inside leg to ankle, and by the time he comes up short (because of course he does, and maybe he wasn't looking all that hard anyway) much more than Remi's clothes will have been examined in the process.
"If I showed you what they taught us soldiers, you'd already be in handcuffs and on your way to prison," he mutters, the words almost pressed against the shell of Remi's ear. "I didn't realise you were a magician. I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where is the item you stole from me?"
'til the end is here
