The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned "No, they are not for you. I am just that cruel." The alchemist said with a bright laugh that immediately and completely overturned his words. "Back...well, before—" since home did not seem any where near correct anymore, "—I used to make them all the time. I would sit and stare at the stars and then mimic their patterns on my ceiling. My house was small, just one room actually, and so I ran out of space quite fast, but.." Remi's smile had drifted from bright to lazy as he remembered it, the image so clear behind his blind eyes. Shrugging he turned back to Amalia. "Once upon a time I would have taken you up on that invitation immediately." He says with a smile. "And not only because I was trying to hide my...ahh, preferences." Even now, in this world, saying the word gay still makes him cringe. "But half the time I cannot tell who needs me more at home, Ronin or Aoife." He adds with a grin. "Then again, a feline-inspired bakery and ...well, whatever it is I will do, there would not be anything else like it." Blinking in surprise, blindness making it all the easier to surprise him, Remi instantly returns the gesture, inhaling deeply the various baking smells as well as something else too that he can't quite place. Something richer, like mahogany and sand, perhaps. "Well I have not done anything yet." He laughs against her. "And you will have a part to play, my eyes specifically, if this is going to work."