Wasn't Expecting That

R E M I Remi raised a brow at Ronin's casual dismissal of the fact he was all but melting on his floor. "Fine. Even if you are not cold I would prefer you not to warp my floorboards. How's that?" With a rather crooked smile, Remi shot his friend a look over his shoulder and all but gulped. "It is not her that I am worried about getting squashed at this particular moment." He said in a tinny sort of voice looking down nervously towards where the dragon had altered her position, and was now happily poking out of the pocket. Her wriggles made the alchemist flinch and hiss in a breath as her needle-sharp claws scraped and scratched against him. "Just a minute!" He cried with an exasperated sigh, reaching a hand down so that she could use her front legs to pull against his fingers and get herself out. Glancing at Ronin, Remi sized him up and down for a moment before deciding that none of his clothes would likely fit the far-bulkier and more muscular ex-captain. Conjuring a stack of clean clothes on the chair next to the captain, Remi gestured towards them before looking down at the dragon. "I have to get wood for the fire." He told her conversationally, before glancing towards Ronin and nosing in that direction .