you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Smirking at the addition of the blood, Ronin is satisfied with his doodle and pushes the scrap paper aside, feeling as though they're almost at the point where they can write the real letters despite the difficulty of their conversation. "I have no doubt that you could," he says, and for all of his levity about it, Ronin is serious. "I just don't think you should have to. And if I go with you, at least someone can be there to watch your back while they're shift stealing."
And I can deal with the boner afterwards goes unsaid, but it's what he really means.
"That's pretty much all you can say, I think," Ronin agrees with a sigh, returning to the table with two cups of tea that smells as though he's definitely added a splash of whiskey to it. "Offering a trade is a really good idea though," he says. "It's not something for nothing, that way. And if they don't want it... well, that's their choice."
And I can deal with the boner afterwards goes unsaid, but it's what he really means.
"That's pretty much all you can say, I think," Ronin agrees with a sigh, returning to the table with two cups of tea that smells as though he's definitely added a splash of whiskey to it. "Offering a trade is a really good idea though," he says. "It's not something for nothing, that way. And if they don't want it... well, that's their choice."
The huntsman
