No girls allowed?

There was no might about it, and Ronin's wicked laughter in response to Edy's delight only proved it even further. "Well done me," he agreed and tipped her a wink, letting his gaze flicker back to his sketch of the goddess, only to have to do a double take. He inhaled softly, blinking down at the Safrin that almost seemed to leap from the paper. He felt like he was there again, in the Glade, and everything about him seemed to relax as he regarded the picture. Holy shit was about right. "You're telling me," he mumbled, not even aware of the words leaving his lips and having to force his gaze away. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the curl of heat low in his stomach and making himself concentrate on Edy's 'invitation'. "Well, but of course - but I only had charcoal to hand." He smirked, still feeling oddly at ease - and he'd been having a pretty good day anyways. What did they call him? He punched her lightly in the arm, then beckoned her closer, as if he was going to share a secret with her. "Ronin," he whispered when she was near enough, "They call him Ronin, Edrei." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.