The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned "I think so too." He replies immediately, his honesty and openness possibly smoothing away whatever insecurities Amalia might have about their relationship. They are indeed friends, and no slip of the tongue can change that now. Smiling sadly, he nods, his fingers gently tapping out a muted rhythm on the table. "It is hard to remember. I have been let down so many times that it always seems simpler. And everyone has their own problems...I do not want to burden them with mine." Remi replies with a shrug. Ever subservient, a commoner and a low-life even in this place that hasn't tried to enforce those old roles upon him. Some shackles are hard to shake. Laughing, the alchemist holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Well you did say we were friends. I would bring the moon for you, if you asked it." He added with another bright laugh. Reaching out for her arm as per her instruction, Remi made a dramatic display of nearly tripping as he reaches out for her. Holding the staff in his hands, Remi taps it experimentally on the ground. 'Well now I just think I will break something." He says with a grin, tugging her affectionately close with another boyish laugh. "Why do you have a staff in here anyways?" Remi asks as they move outside, inhaling the sweet smells of what seems like a thousand plants and flowers.