Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Oh?" Ronin chews his morsel of pineapple and gets to work on another rib, before Remi starts to speak again in earnest. And honestly, there is very little that can silence Ronin Taliesin, but gods if Remi doesn't manage it every single time. Licking the sauce from his fingers, he watches the alchemist like suddenly he's the predator and the other man is the prey, his words like dark music enveloping him.
"I see," he says slowly, clearing his throat and pretending that listening to the Lullaby hasn't made the pants of his suit grow uncomfortably tight. As their eyes lock by the light of the fire, it's Ronin who is forced to stop himself looking elsewhere, and he has to bite back the devilish smirk on his face. "Then perhaps we should, ah, move this on a bit, so we can avoid any more uncomfortable eye contact." He laughs.
"I see," he says slowly, clearing his throat and pretending that listening to the Lullaby hasn't made the pants of his suit grow uncomfortably tight. As their eyes lock by the light of the fire, it's Ronin who is forced to stop himself looking elsewhere, and he has to bite back the devilish smirk on his face. "Then perhaps we should, ah, move this on a bit, so we can avoid any more uncomfortable eye contact." He laughs.
