Re: Mat & Ren || Heading toward the Docks
Truthfully, Ren didn't know the owner of the house that well. He'd been in his play, he knew he was an actor with an actual IMDB, which meant he had decidedly more credits than the None that you'd find under Ren's name. The man could have been a monk, but he had no evidence to suggest this was true, and perhaps some evidence to suggest otherwise, and his lips turned up in a lopsided smirk. "The number of bedrooms in this place suggests it's more likely to house an orgy than any monastic endeavours, but I wouldn't put burning witches past Repose to be honest."
That he might be counted among such is not particularly common knowledge and he has no intention of giving that bit of information away to a stranger. He wonders if it's safe for her to be in the water, should it come to that. It seems she's been drinking, and when he told Tandy the other day that he had no intention of rescuing anyone from the water, that holds true tonight too.
He takes another drink from the beer bottle he has and tilts his head towards her. "Ren," he offers a name, although not a hand. Hers is occupied with the cigarette, and anyway they're not quite close enough and he doesn't feel like moving.