eye to eye

"Oh shit, sorry." Ronin glances around to check that nothing has caught fire, trying to pat out the feathers as if that might be something he could actually do. Only once he's sure there's no phoenix sneaking out to singe the chair and rug does he glance back at Cian, furrowing his brow. "How did you...?" He doesn't need to finish the sentence, but there's no doubt that he's impressed. Not as impressed as when the other man simply agrees to his offer, and Ronin sits up in his seat, looking like a homeless person dragged in off the streets compared to Cian. "Right. Okay. Well, good," he says, not coming across nearly as put together or as neutral as the Eye. Which is precisely the point, he supposes. "What happens now, then?" he asks. "I still plan to be a part of the Dragoons, unless that interferes with the other plans you might have." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.