we can't make any promises now

It was hard to resist the urge to playfully roll his eyes, though given the amount of coaxing it had taken to get the Launceleyn to this point, the alchemist thought best not to push too hard. Still, Ronin's roguishness had indeed worn off on him, and so with a crooked smile cheerfully exaggerated puff of air, the alchemist asked, "Have you always been like this?" Folding his arms against a chest much broader than Loren had ever known it to be, the alchemist glanced back towards the open door of his shop. "These keys of Zariah then.." He murmured, pulling them back to the original reason for this strange meeting. "I really do not know where or what she has done with them. The penitentiary perhaps?" Biting the inside of his cheek as the memories of what he'd done and under what duress came flooding back, the alchemist sighed out the anxiety he felt in a succinct burst. "There are many hidden passageways. I can see now in my own way, but Zariah took me right after I was blinded, when I could not see anything at all. I think I could feel them out, however. All the locks are magical, I would need to...to touch them again, in order to make a new key. I can, if you think it necessary. You are not wrong to worry what is behind the doors." The alchemist began, reiterating what he'd said but with perhaps more openness given he now knew to whom he spoke. Sort of, anyways. His accent was a good deal more smoothed out, in any event. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences