you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
"I know you can," Ronin says sunnily, casually playing footsie with his husband under the table as he enjoys his own soup, "but I'll do any quest for any god if it means being with you. The fact that this will help you as well is just the cherry on top." Capturing one of Remi's feet between his own, the Huntsman is blissfully unaware of the Addams Family-esque shenanigans going on.
"Oh? Something intimate, huh?" He grins. "And I almost expected Ludo to have you using your bad arm as a sock puppet." Honestly, it seems like the vaguely cruel and childlike thing the herald was capable of. So more domestic requirements are simple enough. "I can help you eat?" He suggests for the regular task, waggling his eyebrows at the soup.
"Oh? Something intimate, huh?" He grins. "And I almost expected Ludo to have you using your bad arm as a sock puppet." Honestly, it seems like the vaguely cruel and childlike thing the herald was capable of. So more domestic requirements are simple enough. "I can help you eat?" He suggests for the regular task, waggling his eyebrows at the soup.
RONIN
