Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night 'oh?' The word is mumbled again, though this time there is a crinkle of mischief in it rather than pure wonder. Looking all the more boyish for his knelt position and upturned chin, Remi's breath is held as Ronin's hand moves forward. There is only a split second of consideration on the alchemist's part wherein he wonders if he cares to have sex in such a public space or not, when the Huntsman's hand ghosts past him to press against what, in his humble opinion, is the wrong bit of wood. 'Non so.' Remi murmurs, eyes locked upon Ronin's. Even as a raccoon, Remi is still a fairly predatory being, and so the gaze with which he returns the Huntsman's is not one of submission, but merely a sizing up. "It took a fair bit of pounding to find the first one, so..." That Remi's lower lip is suddenly caught between his teeth is no accident, even if he can't help the coral flush that has overtaken his cheeks and the tips of his ears.