For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Remi nodded. That Jigano had plans to try and make the library a more safe place didn't surprise Remi at all. If anything, it made Remi glad to think that something Sam felt might contribute. "That, or just think of all the tricks you might play. Weighing down shoes or things that people need." He added with a mischevious grin. "Come on then." Remi said invitingly, pushing off of the counter and wandering into the backroom. There were ... lion's scratch marks on the floor and door, though he couldn't for the life of him remember making them. Perhaps it was something Sam would be able to fill in, if he noticed them. Then again, perhaps not. "Oh, you did?" Remi asked over his shoulder as he set about getting a fire started in the corner woodstove. From over his shoulder, a kettle magically moved towards him, rising and setting itself on the top grate as Remi blew gently on the kindling within. Turning around, he leaned against another shelf, glancing down and gently picking absently at some of the perriwinkle-ish paint on his white shirt (why did he continue to wear white?). "From Northaven actually. I arrived here with my bag and little else, but there were still a few things that made the journey. I do not have much of the herbs left to make the tea, but I still have some. And I am more than happy to share." Pausing, Remi nibbled his lip thoughtfully for a moment. "I did mean to ask though ... can you taste it? Or .. It's just, I always thought ascendeds could not really feel or taste, but then.." but then you started to get an erection the other night when you bit me, and so that theory is a bit shot to shit. "..you flinched when you cut yourself earlier, as if it hurt."