[se] rend the words from my tongue

I absolutely can. I'm very sorry for getting so ahead of myself, Ronin purrs into Remi's mind, only for his mental voice to become a literal squawk of protest at the freezing toes that chase after the back of his leg. Trying to scrunch his way around Remi and allowing his fingers to plunge into soft fur and plush feathers, the Nova scatters a few kisses up the Lullaby's neck and onto his jaw. "Oh, I would love to," he says, hissing the words out through a warm breath against Remi's throat. "But first I'd like you to warm me up with some morning exercise." What kind of exercise is probably all too obvious given the sudden golden nature of Ronin's emotions, but just in case his husband needs it spelled out, Ronin's hands drift lower to grab at his ass. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving