[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

Once the bandages were around his hands, the alchemist flexed his fingers a few times. The sensation was strange, and had he ears capable of movement, he might have pinned them back against his head. Through the attuned bond Sunjata would likely feel his mounting uncertainty. While given the right context the man-Remi might have liked being bound, the animals within certain didn't, and he had to focus to keep himself from tearing the cloth away. "Can't say I sparred much either." Remi laughed with a light shrug, no longer embarrassed about just how easily any sort of physical contact with other men completely rendered him undone. One day he'll have to ask the flood more about his past, but for now, he suddenly feels a wellspring of testosterone rising inside and he very much wants to punch the handsome grey-eyed man before him. "Presumably no magic or other body parts, human or animal." The alchemist adds, thinking it probably in both their best interests that things stay as...managable as possible. As Sunjata assumes the position, not that Remi knows it, the alchemist does what almost any beginning would. He lowers his center of gravity, but only just, bending at the knees. Then, without much thought, he shuffles his feet forward, aiming a punch for Sunjata's left ear with his right fist, taking almost no defensive measures whatsoever as he does so. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space