cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"Well, if it ever comes up, you can let her know that varying levels of torture is not my love language." He says dryly with a slight role of his eyes. The touch of Isla's palm against his is a distant thing, something that registers but is unable to stir any warmth or meaning in the wendigo's body. Still, his fingertips press against her own as if she's the one in need of reassurance about this entire ordeal. And, given the sort of thing he is at this precise moment, that's probably accurate.

'Oh, didn't I mention that's one of the side effects of the serum?" He wonders, raising his eyebrows. Glancing at the clothes, Remi considers for a moment. Had this been Ronin he'd have made some snarky comment about not caring at all what the hunter did or didn't want, or maybe accusing him of just wanting to see Remi naked. Isla of course receives no such sass, though she will receive a bit of nudity if only because as a wendigo, embarrassment isn't the sort of emotion he's capable of feeling.

Besides, it's nothing she hasn't seen before.

Standing, Remi strips off his clothing. Had it retained any of the smells from Ronin's apartment he'd have been tempted to try and hold onto them. Unfortunately the sanitization he'd endured had broken down anything that might have lingered in the fibres, such that as he stripped, he merely tossed everything into a basket by the door. Knowing he was nothing to look at and so not lingering, Remi, for the second time that day, dressed reluctantly before sitting back down on the bed.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!