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"I do not." Ronin's protest was murmured around a shit-eating grin as he clicked the door shut after her. Her discomfort was all too apparent, and he couldn't help but find it funny - it wasn't like he could change it now, was it? The ex-captain glanced up towards the stairs where he had no doubt that his lady was luxuriating in a well-deserved rest; having no inclination to disturb her, Ronin figured he could have a catch up with Ashe with just the two of them. Whether or not he did smell, he still hugged her tightly in return, holding her close and giving her a gentle squeeze. "And I missed you, madam spy," he murmured, stepping back from her to smile warmly, clasping her shoulders only for his fingers to brush over Soot. "Uh... there's a bug on you. Shall I get it?" Ronin's eyes narrowed a little, the ex-captain lifting his hand as if to take aim. He only paused as he noticed Ashe's eyes flickering over his shoulder, and he lowered his hand. "I'm alright," he promised her. "I am, really. Come and sit with me, we've not caught up in a long time." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.