long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I'm not sure my appetite could cope," Ronin teases, though he does give it some consideration. "This is growing on me, though. Maybe I can just accustom myself to your wilder tastes." He winks, offering Sugar up a bit of carrot only for her to take the chunk of meat on the way to his mouth instead. "If you were anyone else, I'd be reaching my hand in there to get that back," he informs the dragonling, who nuzzles him obnoxiously for his trouble. He hasn't really given much thought to what they would do with the relics after they find them - if this is one such thing. "I'd like to say the old rule of finders keepers applies here," he says with a chuckle. "But I've got a feeling that the Order would want to at least know, if I were to find something. I suppose that just means we need to make sure that you get your hands on the relic first, mm?" He grins. It doesn't matter how his schedule looks - with Remi smiling like that, all of a sudden he's absolutely free for anything his husband wants to do. "I'm sure I can make time for you," he says, hiding his own grin behind his bowl as he sips at the broth. "Your smile is one of my favourite things," he says suddenly, as if the words have just leapt out of his brain without his permission.