Her eyes narrowed, "better not do anything funny with that, got it?" -🦊
"You're talking to the funny man."
Remus wilts a little at your look. "... yes'm."
Lian smiles, tilting their head as Remus turns to begin drawing a sigil in the dirt. "... so, Remus- where have you lived around here?"
"Just about everywhere. Before the cattle gig my hermano and I took up we were in Joplin a few years." Remus shrugs, sniffing as he squints at the sigil. It's upside down from what you can tell. "Had to fake my death to get some people off my ass. Can't let em know I'm kinda an immortal angel, ya know?"