R O N I N
Ronin quirked an eyebrow right back at Remi, a suggestive grin spreading across his face. They had already established that there was nearly no limit within the level of their banter, so he felt no guilt about his response. "She does," he said, "but only when she's referring to how quickly I get her there. I usually can't hear much, what with my head buried between her thighs." He winked at his friend. Ahem. Right, though. Training. Yes.
Luckily for the alchemist, Ronin's patience and teaching methods had been honed in his time as a captain, and no matter how many questions the other man had or how difficult they might be to answer, he was always open to discussion. Maybe that meant they didn't cover off as much as he would have liked, true, but he was at least confident that what he did teach Remi would be understood.
"Oh it would be my pleasure." Ronin grinned to Remi as he watched him take his stance, nodding his approval that it was much better than before. Not one to disappoint, he complied with the alchemist's request and sprung forward on light feet, feinting to the left before striking at Remi with his right fist.
