arms give away your need
Falke's expression is utterly contagious, and Ronin finds himself grinning as well as he lets the nimbus hover a little lower to the ground. He doesn't know about the Fixer's problems, but the way he favours his hip and the unabashed excitement to fly on the cloud says something that words don't really need. "I haven't been able to deliver much in the way of amazing since I got to Stormbreak, so it would be an honour to fly you to your appointment."
Chuckling, he removes the book from the nimbus and slouches down onto it, offering it back to the Fixer without much looking at the cover. "Just tell me where we're headed, and if you want to take a shameless detour anywhere. I've got time to kill and I'll take the heat if you're late," he offers, one leg dangling off the edge of the cloud as if he's sitting on a comfortable cushion.
Chuckling, he removes the book from the nimbus and slouches down onto it, offering it back to the Fixer without much looking at the cover. "Just tell me where we're headed, and if you want to take a shameless detour anywhere. I've got time to kill and I'll take the heat if you're late," he offers, one leg dangling off the edge of the cloud as if he's sitting on a comfortable cushion.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
