Reverse bear trap

Remi's grumble vibrates into their kiss, and Ronin hums a sweet and warm sound in return. He's reluctant to part from his husband (isn't he always), but he supposes he can allow them to talk as long as he can keep at least one arm around the other man. "A lovely sentiment, but no," he replies, both predictably and with no small amount of amusement. Spying a carpentry workshop and a stall set up out front, the Huntsman gently begins to steer them towards it, all the while using his free hand to tease at one of the Lullaby's curls. "Thirty," Ronin repeats, though his sigh is almost one of enjoyment. "I am relieved, I was beginning to feel like a cradle snatcher." Smushing a kiss against Remi's cheek as if to prevent further protests, he pays more mind to what the Lullaby is really saying. "Oh? In Northaven?" he repeats, tilting his head. "Why, what were you expecting to happen?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.