[i]As soon as the two entered the apartment, Remy absolutely froze, his breath stopping in his throat as his eyes cautiously widened. For him, literally everything in the room was strange and foreign - he didn't understand or know what literally anything was! But, with a deep gulp, the manipulative cuck unfroze, weakly nodding at Olivia's words. Once at the couch and when Olivia had left the room, Remy's right hand reached over his right shoulder, tightly wrapping around the metal cruciform of the Wolfknight Greatsword.. The familiar feeling calmed the confused man several - though that didn't stop him from slowly sliding the giant sword out of its sheath, a loud "shiiiiiink" being heard as metal slid past leather. The man then slowly lowered himself onto the couch, resting his sword (obby) in his lap, the cruciform on the right side of his legs, tip and most of the blade on the left, his hand wrapped around the grip tight enough to make his knuckles go white - just in case something decided to leap at him.. Which the knight thought was very possible with how unfamiliar his territory was. And no, he's not gonna go and look. Because that'd probably ruin his plans. [/i]