Secret Keeper

The pair were similar in that way. For all of Remi's abilities to hide his sexual preference for so long, when it came to his emotions he did wear them on his sleeve. Honesty was something he valued, and though he understood that there was a time and place for sharing, rarely did he ever lie about how he felt. Except when it came to men of course, though that seemed to be over as well. Smiling with an easy boyishness, Remi shook his curled head indicating that he would not accept her apology. "It was nothing. Just trying to see if I could make the wood burn longer in the fire. It can certainly wait." Remi frowned as he listened, his eyebrows knitting together with growing concern. His pale sea-green gaze washed over her gently, scouring her for any indication of what might have happened. No visible wounds were present which was a relief of course, however as she continued Remi's heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he had to thrust away the momentary desire to see her somehow physically wounded rather than grappling with Frey again. Nodding gently with understanding, his eyes widened as she said Frey appeared again, though his concern was quickly replaced with relief. "A task?" He asked, his accented voice coloured with both apprehension as well as curiosity. Smiling with a sort of familial affection—Phoebe was stunning of course and he had seen her naked, but even so, his regard for the young woman was entirely platonic—he moved behind the counter to begin brewing a kettle for tea. "What is it you are meant to do?" REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love