Wasn't Expecting That

R E M I "I wonder if Bastien has been any more clear headed. Though...given his focus, perhaps not." Remi's lips twitched slightly in a smirk having said this, thinking back to his previous conversation with the midwife. "Apparently a midwife who came over with us took him to task for making a sex cult purely to trick people in orgies." Oh. Speaking of—" Do you know her? Phoebe Steadman? She might prove quite useful when the time comes with Vanya. Unless of course delivering children is another one of your secret skills, as is dragon sexing." Ahh yes. What to call one's dragon. This was definitely not the sort of conversation Remi thought he'd find himself in when he woke that morning. Or ever, really. "Not a deathwing, hmm?" Remi said, offering her another snippet of meat, though this time trying to get her to accept it a bit more gently.