[say]"Oh,"[/say] Ronin said with a lopsided smile, nodding a greeting to Remi and instantly regretting it as his pounding head protested. [say]"Well I'm not technically a married man, so I'd be worried if I did look like one normally... but equally I'm afraid the ravaging is off the table."[/say] Still, he offered a charming wink and blew a kiss at his friend (on purpose, of course, because he could see that Remi had turned red as a beet) before swanning over to take a seat on the nearest comfortable looking cushion.
[say]"A show?"[/say] he echoed. [say]"What kind of a show?"[/say] He didn't think he was up for anything more strenuous than a bit of applause and sultry looks, but he'd try. [say]"And oi, mind your comments about the table. It wasn't my fault, the table was defective."[/say]
[say]"A show?"[/say] he echoed. [say]"What kind of a show?"[/say] He didn't think he was up for anything more strenuous than a bit of applause and sultry looks, but he'd try. [say]"And oi, mind your comments about the table. It wasn't my fault, the table was defective."[/say]
