[SE] the man who has everything

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

While it was difficult to remember what it was like to worry about being in thrown in jail for looking at another man for too long, Remi certainly had no problems reenacting what it felt like to be the sole focus of Ronin's attention. It was, after all, the way the Knight made him feel every single day.

Sitting up a touch straighter if only to add to the distance Ronin had eliminated between them by leaning forward, the alchemist Bastion smiled softly, his eyes not quite able to hold the captain's blue stare. "All the more reason to avoid those sorts of places, then." Remi replies gently, before glancing over his shoulder at the pile of half-completed inventions. "If he really is in his cups tonight, I can be sure he'll have absolutely no patience tomorrow morning for me not having my work done."

That Remi had absolutely no money to his name or that he was quite certain he'd be tongue-tied if he had to do anything more than defend himself against the baron's invitation, hardly seemed to matter.

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword