Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Mercenaries," Ronin repeats, smirking across at his husband and pausing now that they're on the boardwalk so he can clean off his feet and put his shoes back on. "You know, we do anything as long as it's for a good price. Hunting, fetching, heroing, villaining, babysitting." He's chuckling, even as he drops down to one knee with Remi's shoes this time, intent on washing the sand from his husband's toes and tying his laces. He's a gentleman if nothing else, is Ronin.
Once he's done, he straightens back up to take Remi's hand again, leading them into the port and straight for the Hanged Man. Once they are inside, the Lullaby will find that his husband has - of course - reserved them a table, and has ordered the most obnoxious cocktails available for them to enjoy. "There's already a word for it," he boasts proudly, flashing a grin at Remi. "Two, in fact. It's my name." He holds the door open for him.
Once he's done, he straightens back up to take Remi's hand again, leading them into the port and straight for the Hanged Man. Once they are inside, the Lullaby will find that his husband has - of course - reserved them a table, and has ordered the most obnoxious cocktails available for them to enjoy. "There's already a word for it," he boasts proudly, flashing a grin at Remi. "Two, in fact. It's my name." He holds the door open for him.
