it's not what it looks like
Ianto growled playfully back at the lion above him, hind legs kicking and scruffing at the wild mane of fur that framed Remi's face, though even if it was play, he didn't dare move too much. As a lion Remi could probably snap him up in a couple of bites - Ianto wasn't keen to test that theory, either. Not an idiot. Never an idiot, he said softly, cocking his head up at Remi from the ground. Besides, I only ruined Warren's business because I was left alone with a caravan of wagons and a bloody war going on. Huffing, Ianto curled himself up to lick at the lion's muzzle. With a business partner to keep me in check I imagine things would go swimmingly.
Alcohol was an interesting idea, the fox's ear twitching absently as he gave it some thought. Perhaps that can be how you start to bridge the gap between the Fae and the Hollowed Grounds. Show them the sort of things you can make and can offer. I'll be happy to arrange something.
Alcohol was an interesting idea, the fox's ear twitching absently as he gave it some thought. Perhaps that can be how you start to bridge the gap between the Fae and the Hollowed Grounds. Show them the sort of things you can make and can offer. I'll be happy to arrange something.
