[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

With a boyishly uncomfortable smile, Remi watched as Bastien's eyes appraised the liquor he had brought. Unsure what was appropriate for an offering or an event such as this, Remi had tried to bring an assortment that he thought might be suitable. But of course suitability is informed by context, which was precisely what the alchemist was lacking. Luckily though it seemed Bastien was if not pleased, at least satisfied with what Remi had brought, and the man released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. At the mention of being a god among men, Remi smiled crookedly and shook his head with amused disapproval.  "And women it would seem." He said with sly awkwardness seeing Ronin and Vanya enter. Smiling he placed the case down where Bastien had instructed, and smiled up at Vanya. Though his words were similarly accented as Bastien's were, his were not as poetic: "My belated congratulations. You look beautiful as always." He said simply with a warm smile towards the shapechanger. The last time he'd seen Vanya he hadn't even really seen her: he'd just heard her annoyed shouts from her bedroom on the night he and Ronin had passed out drunkenly in the hallway. No art expert was he and having never met Safrin before Remi felt as though he was a terrible judge for what ought to be hung. Still, despite the intricacies and light-play on the moon sheet, Remi was drawn towards the galactic spirals. Reaching out with delicate fingers, the alchemist stopped short of the cloth unsure whether or not the oils from his hands might ruin anything. "This one." He murmurered softly, before his eyes flickered up towards Bastien. Orders given, Remi watched as the artist physically lifted the sheets. The corners of his mouth quirked slightly as Remi watched Bastien reach despite the complete lack of need to do so. Humming under his breath, Remi cast his gaze upwards to see where they would affix it. Twitching his lips slightly and with the aid of his hands (completely unnecessary magic-wise, but it helped the alchemist focus), he tugged the sheet gently away from Bastien and let it gently float upwards. "Here?" Remi asked, fingers floating slightly as if he was physically maintaining the magic. Interior design and deity-worship were not part of his normal repertoire of decision making. Besides, if this was to be Bastien's church better that he make the call. REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close