I will fight the end
It might surprise the man in his arms to think so, but right now Ronin is also utterly content to lay around in their mess of sea water and sweat (and other things). Nestled into Remi's chest, his head lolling against his shoulder and collarbones, his fingers dance in slow and sensual patterns over the alchemist's skin. "Hey," he says sleepily, "I did offer. But you're right." He kisses the Lullaby's chest, over his heart. "You did a very good job dealing with it, might I add. More than very good." If the way he was serenading the room wasn't an indication of it.
Then Remi starts to speak again in his native tongue, and the way Ronin moans is reminiscent of ladies swooning and clandestine meetings in secret gardens. "Mm, I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded beautiful. It was probably a shopping list, wasn't it?" He beams up at the alchemist, shifting to kiss the other man's throat again, like he can properly appreciate his voice from here. "That's a dangerous skill you have though, husband. You're lucky I'm already very spent, or I might be tempted to go again."
Then Remi starts to speak again in his native tongue, and the way Ronin moans is reminiscent of ladies swooning and clandestine meetings in secret gardens. "Mm, I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded beautiful. It was probably a shopping list, wasn't it?" He beams up at the alchemist, shifting to kiss the other man's throat again, like he can properly appreciate his voice from here. "That's a dangerous skill you have though, husband. You're lucky I'm already very spent, or I might be tempted to go again."
'til the end is here
