For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Entirely at a loss for words, the alchemist merely lived his eyes from behind a veil of curls and offered Sam a tentative and crooked smile. He ... didn't quite know what it was he felt. This all still felt too fast and he was too unsure of what it was he wanted to know where to go next. But perhaps it was because he knew that he'd already waded through this waters with this man in particular, that it felt more comfortable somehow. Though whether or not that was a good or bad thing was still up in the air. Still, as he gazed at Sam his mind flashed to the feeling of the ascended's hand on his cheek and the whisper of warmth just before he bit him that second time, and the alchemist had to look away unable to hold the eye contact any longer. "A lock box is an interesting idea." Remi replied, clearing his throat. "Or perhaps if there are any more of those dangerous books, surely they'd not be able to open with this on them." "I have tea here." Remi replied immediately, blushing again as Sam mentioned his reward. Ruffling a hand through his curls and feeling the weight of Sam's eyes on him, he cleared his throat slightly as he stood straighter. "Would you like some? It is quite good. From back home, actually. Unless ... have I offered it to you before?"