For Science

SAMUEL "Mmm. It is odd to think I am drinking something from another world." Sam commented, looking down in the tea and wondering what Remi would have rather brought with him. Often he resented that he was surrounded by the unavoidable trappings and location of his childhood, but would he want it all whisked away as Remi's had been? He laughed and moved back to a comfortable position, little finger firmly back around the handle. "You must be more forceful, then. Insist upon the wine, or we will never be refined gentlemen." Grinning, Sam sipped at his tea and in the second his face was obscured, let himself look pleased that Remi was joking with him, that it felt so right. Sam could not tell if Remi was affected by his brief reachings into flirting, but he would not reveal his game; he simply smiled coyly and tried to look innocent, until Remi gave his suggestion and he laughed, shaking his head fondly. "I only did that because it was an emergency!" He insisted. "And yes, I have been. Right after I bit you. It was...possibly not the most usual experience, as we were fighting a bear. I found it useful to have such large teeth and claws."He had not experienced the angst Remi seemed to in that form; or perhaps he had but it had been channelled into their fight and so not an issue. He placed his cup down and moved to rest his chin to his hand, looking Remi up and down. "After that fight, Safrin cured all your wounds and removed the scars. I..am still glad of that, but they would prove I was telling the truth. You had great gashes, here." He gestured vaguely along Remi's side. "I...thought you would die. You are a very lucky man." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again