long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Oh, I am terribly sorry. I must have left my manners in the woods." Ronin - naturally - turns up the baron charm for the glowing creature in Remi's hair. "Pleased to meet you, Lady Spriggan. Or is there another name you'd like to go by? Or anything else you'd like to eat?" He carries out this string of one-sided conversation all the while winding an arm around Remi's waist as they approach the campfire. What Remi has to say of Mort is enough to quite silence the Huntsman, though - never has he heard his husband describe a god in such a way, and it's enough to stun Ronin such that when he does let go of the alchemist to sit down, he almost squashes Sugar. (Because she does want some stew, obviously). With an indignant screech and a blast of cold air that leaves his fingers numb, Ronin settles with the dragon on his lap. "That... wow." He laughs softly. "If it's good enough for you, I'll join you in a heartbeat, of course," he decides, his cheeks softly flushing to behold Remi seeming so at ease. "You make me want to meet him as well," he admits.