is there a price to burn this paradise?
"Be that as it may, I still like to hear you say it." Ronin smiled cheekily back at his husband, reaching out to slip his hand into Remi's, giving it a muddy squeeze. Then of course he pulled away, all crossed arms and pouts, and Ronin could only laugh and nudge a shoulder against the alchemist. "Aoife will be fine, she's almost feral as it is." He winked. "On the other hand, I require luxuries. I was a baron, you know." A bloody terrible one, but still.
His humour faded somewhat at the mention of Safrin, and he nodded gently to his husband. "I don't think you'll be a hindrance at all, but if it would make you feel better, I can have the conversation by myself. Aoife would love to crawl all over you exclusively for an evening, I'm sure."
His humour faded somewhat at the mention of Safrin, and he nodded gently to his husband. "I don't think you'll be a hindrance at all, but if it would make you feel better, I can have the conversation by myself. Aoife would love to crawl all over you exclusively for an evening, I'm sure."
