Reverse bear trap

"I have faith in myself to do just that," Ronin assures his husband, having to stop himself from turning to steal the kiss intended for his cheek with his lips. He behaves, though, even if it's with a helpless and prolonged stare at Remi's ass that he lets the other man go. Joke's on the Lullaby - Ronin quite likes being it. And so he wraps up their business with the Fae carpenter as quickly as he is able (read: not actually as quickly as he'd like, given the merchant's propensity for small-talk), before setting off into the woods with lungs full of the sweet scent of new leaves and a roll of parchment in his pocket. The parchment is to collect their table later, because as fun as it would be to have it in the middle of their campsite, they'd likely regret the state it was in later. He doesn't call for Remi - despite the other man not needing anything like a heads up, Ronin still isn't keen to give his position away - instead peering through the trees and thickets of foliage to try and spy any sign of a renegade alchemist. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.