just take me back to yours, that will be fine

They angle towards each other, graceful, inevitable, like two partners in a dance who have been waiting all night for their turn, and Ronin's fingers slip around the glass of gin without missing a beat. "Haven't you given me enough gifts this evening?" The Knight's voice is low and utterly enamoured, his eyes closing as if to properly enjoy the warm press of his husand's lips against his temple without the interruption of his other senses. "And I am very, very proud of you," he replies with a boyish grin, drawing back only as much as he has to, enjoing the lingering scent of salt and surf and lavender in Remi's hair. "I told you once how I did it," he reminds him, sipping from his own glass and stepping into the easy closeness, their words murmured softly enough to be considered intimate even with the casual nature of their conversation. "Granted, I think I told you that I was just a good liar. And nothing I've said or done tonight has been anything but honest." Reaching up to tease some of the lavender back into Remi's hair, Ronin takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss his husband's forehead. "Thank you," he whispers. "I think this is one of the best nights of my life." RONIN but you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe this soul