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Blushing at the thought that anyone might want to watch him work (though magic wasn't really work was it?), Remi just nodded a bit bashfully. All of his life Remi's skills were merely a means of survival. Indeed in Northaven he'd been brought over as a weapons creator of all things, which was rather absurd title for the kindly alchemist. Still, in this new place and with these new abilities Remi seemed to for the first time possess the agency to do and create what he liked. Still, having a complete stranger seem so enamoured by what he could do made him feel a bit flustered. Blushing in earnest now, Remi tried to return Bastien's cheeky smile. Quickly the expression became genuine and the man laughed musically at the thought of Loren 1. sitting nude and 2. doing it for a portrait for Remi. No doubt the Launceleyn would think it absurd, although Remi could imagine Loren surprising them all and agreeing to it, if only he could have a book or something to keep himself occupied. Besides, he'd actually have to be able to find Loren in order to make that happen. The mention of the man making him a drink at the Rathskeller did give Remi pause for a moment as his smile turned slightly more secretive. Then Bastien didn't know that it was Remi who provided the majority of the alcohol to Vai and her establishment. The stuff working drinking anyways; Devrum's ale was hardly the sort of thing Remi found himself wanting on the regular. Still he knew what it was to want to show appreciation, and so he nodded welcomingly. "I would happily take you up on a drink. You work at the Rathskeller I take it?" remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence