RONIN
"Why not give me a challenge and we'll do all three?" Ronin offers with a grin, shrugging his shoulders and finishing off his food in record time; between he and Sugar, nothing lasts very long around them. The pale reptile drapes back around his shoulders as they walk, the Star already able to hear the tell-tale shouts and the scrape of feet on stone that denotes a fighting arena. He already imagines it will be a lot rougher than what he's used to in Torchline. Less sand, less sunshine, more brutality.
Arching a brow at Cian, Ronin's smile gives him away that yes, that's exactly what he was expecting. "When an organisation like yours pops up at my house at random, it creates a certain impression," he informs him. "Forgive me for assuming you operated out of the shadows and did nothing but whisper to each other."
The blatant name dropping of the whorehouse has the expected impression, Ronin giving a double take and automatically adjusting his pace so he can follow the other man. "Go ahead," he says. "Not that I can remember the last time I was in a whorehouse."
Arching a brow at Cian, Ronin's smile gives him away that yes, that's exactly what he was expecting. "When an organisation like yours pops up at my house at random, it creates a certain impression," he informs him. "Forgive me for assuming you operated out of the shadows and did nothing but whisper to each other."
The blatant name dropping of the whorehouse has the expected impression, Ronin giving a double take and automatically adjusting his pace so he can follow the other man. "Go ahead," he says. "Not that I can remember the last time I was in a whorehouse."
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