Reading is fundamental (OPEN)

R E M I By preference? That was a rather leading way of phrasing that—and a sentiment that Remi could wholeheartedly agree with. "But without a mouth to sing with apparently I won't be very useful." Remi quipped with an easy and immediate smile. "This body seems like it is probably best suited for us both then." He added, the implication being that it was not one Jigano would find himself needing to fight off. "And for Isla. She is busy enough as it is without me sending more patients her way." It felt incredibly strange to joke about possibly hurting the man across from him so badly that he'd need to see the medic, and yet here Remi was doing precisely that. "Oh?" The alchemist inquired, sitting up a tad straighter with a sideways grin. His pale eyes ghosted over Jigano for a moment noting the way his robes were wrapped close around his torso despite being billowy everywhere else. Quirking a brow as his eyes returned back to Jigano's Remi grinned. "And yet you look quite trim. I assume that is because of your abilities as a performer and not because you are barely making enough to feed yourself?" The alchemist winked, clearly meaning no malice by the comment as he leaned back in his chair. "Happily." Remi agreed with a breezy smile. "There are plenty of herbs here not native to my land. Perhaps you will recognize them, but I have been shown by the locals which are poisonous and which have other...effects. I have sketches in my shop you can look at given that many are now buried under the snow." Remi nodded in acknowledgement of the name, his lips twisting slightly as his brows seemed to mirror the movement. "Older gods?" He repeated with an avian-like tilt of his head, pale eyes quizzically flitting between Jigano's eyes. Swallowing, Remi offered a half smile as he nodded. Being honest was part of Remi's particular brand of subservience. And as it was, the lack of love made the entire thing if not easy to talk about, at least not painful. There was nothing over which his emotions could feel pain for. There was just an absence; an empty grave over which to tearlessly mourn. "I have only ever been in love once." Remi began with a bashful and diffident smile. "And...Frey took that from me. All of the feelings and associated emotions...gone. It was punishment for being rude, I think, though I had not meant to offend." This latter statement was added hastily, with Remi's eyes darting upwards and a pathetically pleading look upon his face. "They said the only way to have my feelings restored was to give them what they wanted, which early in the conversation, they had said was passion and love and true desire and want..." Laughing pathetically, Remi shook his head sadly. "All the things that they took from me."