The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Placing his fingers along the back of the chair, he lets Amalia's hand slip from his as he moves to take a seat. His fingers work softly across the table, exploring and mapping, wondering if there was anything set before him. Gently Remi shrugged, leaning back. "I cannot expect the world to simply change because of what happened to me. And you are part of that world. There are still things to see—your backyard for instance—even if I cannot see them. Perhaps that is even more reason for you to mention them. How else would I know?" He asked with a sunny smile. "Mmm...I do not mean to be fussy, but I was actually hoping for some bread?" He asked with a mischevious grin.