Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "That seems fair enough to me," Ronin agreed with Remi, though he was altogether pleased that he would soon not be all but melting on his friend's shop floor. As they headed into the back room and the alchemist confessed his concerns, Ronin couldn't stop from chuckling. "I'm sure you're quite safe," he assured the other man, all the while being honestly unsure if that was true. The hatchling trilled again insistently even as Remi complained (almost like she did understand him), and she eagerly used the leverage given to clamber out of the pocket and into his hand. Remi sized him up and Ronin struck an obnoxious pose in return, as if that was what the alchemist had wanted. It all made sense, granted, when the clothes appeared, Ronin letting out a grateful sigh and nodding to Remi. "Thank you," he murmured, thinking nothing of stripping off with the other man present. He'd seen it all before, hadn't he? He was shirtless already by the time Remi mentioned the firewood to his new dragon, who was sitting quite contently in his hand with her slip of a tail looped about his wrist. As the alchemist nosed at Ronin the hatchling clumsily spread her wings, giving them an experimental flap before deciding that no, she wasn't interested. Snorting, Ronin moved to retrieve his companion, smiling to Remi. "So," he said, "what's new with you, since our shenanigans at Bastien's church?"