Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "It would still be an exciting afternoon, in my opinion - given that I was the one who was stabbed." Ronin chuckled with a cheeky grin to Remi; of course he could go ahead and think it was boring when he wasn't the one bleeding everywhere, the scoundrel. Prodding at the fire again and letting out a content sigh at the warmth and light that began to build within the hearth, Ronin was acutely aware of Remi's pause. He hadn't intended to call the alchemist out on anything or to pressure him into saying more than felt comfortable, and he was about to say so when all at once the other man began to speak. Ronin glanced across at him, a brow arched at the array of events that came tumbling out - trapped in an icy cavern, offering blood to an Ascended and a kiss? He blinked, assuming from the level stare and the alchemist's words that he meant to say it was a pleasurable sensation, especially given the aftermath. Then everything about Loren... Ronin frowned and shook his head, looking a touch irked at the librarian on Remi's behalf and staring into the building flames. "No," he said, "I did not. No one has said much to me about him apart from you. I'm sorry to hear that, Remi..." Offering a sad smile and reaching across to clasp the other man's shoulder, Ronin teased his lower lip between his teeth. "I don't know if there's a way it's done," he said of moving on, "only that you should concentrate on yourself and what makes you happy." Shifting to sit cross-legged now that the fire was crackling merrily away, he couldn't help but snort and shake his head again as it just kept going, the guildmaster grinning at his friend. "You really have been through a lot lately, haven't you? Hunting as lions... that would be something." Because of course Ronin had never known what it was like to be anything other but what he was. No magic, no shifts, no spooky Ascended powers... he was jealous, sometimes. Only a fool wouldn't be. He wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the use of his former title, and as if in reaction the hatchling nestled in his hair let out a chirp of outrage. "Ew," he said. "I wasn't suggesting that we find a way back, or even that I missed the place. I was just curious... I don't think I'd go back even if I had the choice. And it's nothing to do with the dragon."