Royal Flush

Ronin blinked, his expression one of mild confusion as he listened to Edrei. Was he... had he lost his mind? Had he not come in here precisely with the intention of working with the two of them only to receive a brattish So. No. from someone who called herself a monarch? He opened his mouth to speak, changed his mind, pulled out his chair and sat down again. Insanity it was, then. "So are you offering now, then?" he asked. "You want me to stay, and you're asking me to do this with you?" He pointedly ignored Wessex at this point (and it wasn't lost on him, that he was finding Edrei to be the more sensible one in a situation - which didn't happen ever). RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.