would that I could

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Remi can't help but let his head tilt back, his cheeks round and dimpled as he shakes his head at the ceiling. "Oh I see. You couldn't have just let me believe it was good because I happened to be good at it?" He wonders, lowering his chin and shooting her an imploring look. "Instead of it being good because you were busy and lead a pretentious life before." That said, Remi pauses, giving Isla a curious look for a moment before breaking out into a smile again. "You know, I'd forgotten you were a duchess."

Clearing his throat and not bothering to hide the way his pupils seem to dilate with a predatory despite all of a sudden, Remi pulls in a breath that makes his lungs hurt. "Much as I would carry you off right now, I've been informed that I've been using sex as a bandaid so that I don't have to deal with my problems." Rubbing his fingers up the back of his neck and then up through his curls, he lets his hand fall back down into his lap. "And seeing as i'm sitting here having you check up on me after being punched by a friend..." He trails off, not really needing to spell it out more than that, despite how his mind was already imagining pressing her up against the counter behind her.