Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "And suggestive paintings, and a lot of stripping given a whisper of a chance," Ronin added with a crooked grin of his own, shaking his head. His own knowledge of worship was incredibly new and otherwise only learned from stuffy books, so he was about as in the know as Remi on that front. Ah well, he was sure that Safrin, if she was listening, would enjoy Bastien's antics if nothing more. The guildmaster's grin softened into something altogether warmer at the suggestion of the pitter patter of more tiny feet, and Ronin shrugged his shoulders. "I would say yes in a heartbeat, but I'm not the one who has to do all the work," he murmured. "A family is the only thing I have ever wanted... so however many children I'm blessed with, I'll be happy." He fussed his hatchling for being polite, the little creature chirping her satisfaction and nosing at Remi's hand. "I don't know, I think Sugar might grow on me." Ronin winked. "And hopefully she'll get big enough to ride." Now that would be something.