Reverse bear trap

"I do enjoy being the hero," Ronin murmurs back to his husband, as if it were merely some role they'd both agreed to play and not a complex (at least on the Huntsman's part) to which he was an occasional slave. The secure warmth of an arm around his waist in return is enough to have the smile on his face honeysuckle sweet and twice as sticky, and his returning salute to the Fae warriors is thoroughly ruined by it. "I think your presence is just as noticed," he argues to Remi. "People are just a lot more subtle about it." Is that because they are showing deference and respect to the former Greatwood Guardian, knowing of his somewhat surly nature? Or is it something altogether more bittersweet? Who could tell, truly? Tilting his head towards the Lullaby, Ronin gasps a soft inhale and widens his eyes. "I can only imagine. It certainly bears further investigation," he agrees, swooping in to deliver said kiss right against Remi's cheek. Listen, in his opinion, he's completely understood the assignment. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.