A line in the sand [reprise]

REMI Ronin appeared like some gender-bent siren from a fairytale and Remi nearly dropped the charcoal in his hands. It wasn't that the captain of training was naked (although, that certainly was quite a bit of what had shaken the alchemist), but that he had seemed to appear so unbidden to interrupt Remi's thoughts. Remi's eyes had followed Ronin's return to shore with a curious but distracted interest. His mind was on the inner workings of the machine he'd just sketched (and ruined), up until the skin beneath the captain's navel was shown to be bare. As was the rest of him. Instead of looking away, Remi just tipped his head to the side looking unimpressed and a tad flustered. The former was intentional, the latter less so. But it was hot out, and that could easily account for the blush creeping into his cheeks. "The sea? Yes. Though I would like it a lot more if you weren't blocking my view." He replied playfully. Unlike the first iteration of this scenario, Remi could at least meet Ronin's and was able to forgo the awkward introductions and the strangeness of trying to have a conversation with someone while pretending that you hadn't noticed they were naked and horribly attractive.