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please just don't forget me "Isn't that what damsels do? I need a petticoat and a tower to sit in. Then I'm all set." Ronin laughed warmly, slipping his hand out of Remi's so he could slip his arm around his waist instead, holding him close. Magical arrows would be an absolute necessity at the moment, if Ronin was expected to do anything with the bow, but of course he would decline. He had been skilled enough as a brawler and he would get there as a marksman. It would just... take a little bit of time. "Oh I thoroughly enjoyed myself, however quick it might have been. In fact I am very much looking forward to a repeat performance." The shit-eating grin was audible in Ronin's voice, the hunter tilting his head to rest it against Remi's curls. "Not ominous - exciting," he corrected absently, as though that should magically rid Remi of any suspicion. He had not expected the question about Vanya. And especially not that particular question, Ronin staring into the glowing embers of the fire. "I thought we'd have more time," he said softly. "I always figured that Vanya would want her family to be there. We were trying to find them together." He shook his head. "So I never asked. I regret it now."