[se] meet me at halfway tree

i'm not the man they think i am at home

"A fair amount, if what you have told me of your nightly activities is true. One of the stories tells about a shapechanger woman who was exquisitely beautiful." Weren't they all? "She would lead bluebloods for a romp in the forest, promising them a night of bliss and pleasure that they could return back to their boring lives feeling fulfilled for a time." Remi grins. "Only...once alone, she would shift, and trample them to death with her hooves." Looking quite smug, the alchemist bounces his eyebrows at his husband. "Knowing you though, you likely would just end up having sex and leaving with your life." Ronin really was so unfairly charming.

Planting the hand not tangled around Ronin's on his hip, Remi narrows his eyes further at the creatures whispering death from above. "Well, I just thought perhaps we might make this a fair fight." He says nonchalantly. Reaching out his foot, Remi kicks at the trunk with staggering strength, hard enough to cause the tree to groan and shiver slightly. One gourd loses its balance, falling so as to land right on Ronin's head...