I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Mm...?" Ronin blinks one eye open, as if only partially hearing the alchemist's remark (which is a lie), though he only graces him with a crooked smile rather than an objection. Fine, he could win today's game of compliments; for now, anyway. Finishing his whiskey as well and pouring himself another measure (this time sans honey), he can only scoff at the news that he'd been using it all wrong.
"Well I am very sorry. Please, drizzle away," he invites, though the idea of honey in his chest hair is the opposite of relaxing, so he hopes Remi isn't thinking of that.
Still, he's brought back around by the memory of Raza throwing them out, Ronin grinning out at the beach front they'd spent many a night sleeping upon. "I don't know, that wouldn't be so bad I don't think. It'd be nostalgic, anyway," he says, casting a sidelong glance at Remi.
"If you make a bed I could always try and loosen you up," he winks, meaning his shoulders, of course, but the gods know their minds can never stay out of the gutter for long.
"Well I am very sorry. Please, drizzle away," he invites, though the idea of honey in his chest hair is the opposite of relaxing, so he hopes Remi isn't thinking of that.
Still, he's brought back around by the memory of Raza throwing them out, Ronin grinning out at the beach front they'd spent many a night sleeping upon. "I don't know, that wouldn't be so bad I don't think. It'd be nostalgic, anyway," he says, casting a sidelong glance at Remi.
"If you make a bed I could always try and loosen you up," he winks, meaning his shoulders, of course, but the gods know their minds can never stay out of the gutter for long.
RONIN
