I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin watched his lady dress with no small amount of admiration; she moved with a grace and beauty that he couldn't get enough of, and he was only sat that he'd never been able to see her aboard the Siren back in Northaven. His imagination did a fairly good job for him, at least, and as she approached holding his shirt teasingly out of reach, he did nothing to try and claim it back from her. "Frequent tours?" he repeated, flashing her a smile. "I think I can just about manage that. Only for you, though - can't have you forgetting the place, can we?" He winked, slipping an arm around her waist even as her hands danced over his chest. As Vanya lifted the medallion Ronin's eyes were drawn to it, a serene smile on his face and an almost determined spark lighting up in his eyes. The woman with the starlight in her eyes... "A goddess, actually," he teased back to Van, tucking an errant curl back behind her ear. "Don't laugh... I know we spoke about beliefs before, but... she really was a goddess. Safrin, she called herself." In a quiet tone he told his lady the tale of his meeting with the lady at the Glade, about her offer to help defeat the Spire Demon and her gift of the pendant. "All she asked was for me to tell people about her. And you are the most important person I know, so it's only right I share it with you." He winked.