Semi-charmed kind of life

To call Kalt a show-off was a gross understatement. The assassin was quite the diva, enjoying the spotlight at all times, no matter what the situation. Why simply walk into a room when you have the option to blow the doors off their hinges with theme music, mystical smoke, and a badass entourage at your heels? Unfortunately for Kalt, the purpose of this job was specifically to keep the door on its hinges. Remi’s brief astonishment gave him a bit of an ego boost, though: he couldn’t deny that. As Remi started inserting the knob into the space. Kalt smirked at the alchemist’s smile. He had to admit that the man had a certain boyish charm to him, which gave Silver Wing a sense of ease in their interactions. He reminded Kalt of himself a little bit when he was a teenager, only likely a little less…well, beaten and oppressed under a manipulative mastermind. Who knew what Remi was dealing with, though? ”Happy to do it,” he hummed. The man touched his hands to the door, focusing on his magic. The last thing he needed was something going wrong with his oddly unpredictable powers. He felt the wood hardening against his hands and looked down at Remi where he fiddled with the knob. ”This good for you?” He asked with a grin. kalt give into the night.