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Ronin smiled sunnily up at the other man. "Of course I have," he said. "I might be the brawn but I've been told I'm one helluva tactician." He winked, though quite how that was an innuendo was rather beyond him at present. He watched Remi rise to his feet with no small amount of envy, before snorting and following suit, using the alchemist's method of bracing against the table to get himself upright. When he actually managed it - and let go of the table and everything - he cheered. "Oi, I can handle myself. It's everyone else who can't handle me," he informed the other man, flashing Remi a charming smile for his trouble and sidling out from the table (after draining the last of his mug, of course). "Uh, yes?" he told his friend - obviously he expected to hear all of Remi's secrets. Unless it involved more berry garnishes. Nudging Remi affectionately - and probably a bit harder than intended given his current state - Ronin tipped him a wink. "Walking me home, eh? Such a gentleman. Lead on, then. I don't remember where I live anyway." ronin begin again, as the storm