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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin's breath stutters in his throat as deft fingers come to unbutton his shirt, revealing scars and ink in abundance, not that he can see any of it. His fingers flex behind his back, as if he might tear through the silk and remove his blindfold and be much more a part of things, but he minds his manners. (For now). The hands withdraw and he huffs out a soft sound of frustration (lol, the instinctual nearness of meat), a smile curling across his lips. "I don't believe I have ever had such a strong and silent admirer," he mutters, leaning forward ever so slightly to bite into a morsel of food, feeling the spices dance on his tongue. If only it were something else, alas.