[i]Remy started relaxing once Olivia had returned, feeling.. comfortable with her near. Comfortable enough to even slowly rise up with a soft groan, and slide the sword sideways into the partial sheath. He then slipped the leather band of his sheath off his shoulder, and slowly placed the sheath against the couch, the length of the black, hard leather sheath resting against the cushion thing of the couch, while the point rested on the floor. The Chosen Undead then turned back to Olivia, still haven't spoken a single word, and quickly took a few large, confident steps towards her, his sneakers making gentle thuds on the wooden(?) floor, stopping once Remy was by his victim. He then softly spoke, curiousity being very audible in his voice, [/i] "What.. are these drinks? I'm.. unfamiliar with them all.. I'm.. unfamiliar with everything in this.. house, honestly.. It's all very weird to me." [i]T'was true. Remy was used to castles and great cities when it came to human architecture. Not things like.. apartments. And drinks? He had to do with water and the food he could hunt, buy, or loot - which.. well, it was pretty meager.. Which makes it even more surprising that the Dark Lord was so well built and muscular.. Talking about his muscles, his ceramic white T-shirt hugged them very nicely, showing off his muscular arms, back, and chest. Because, well, finding a well fitting T-shirt was surprisingly hard for a giant like him. [/i]