log: louis and ren
"There's a lot to that, probably more than we can cover in one night." But if there were more than one night - perhaps. Ren might want to say exactly all of it. To let Louis in to know, and to find out if he would stay. There was nothing quite like aristocracy, more magic, and wizardry, and things that would likely draw scandal on his mother's career. Things he didn't really want to get into right now, but then Louis had given him an easy out. Something that could pull away from the secrets for the moment, and instead into something that he found himself wanting to do. He reached for the hand that was extended, grasping it warmly, a smile coming to his lips.
"Does that make me Prince Charming," he asked curiously, stepping forward so that he could step up and in. "I can waltz. I can lead - and I can follow," he told him, not knowing which position Louis might want to take.
Stepping in close, his gaze settled on Louis'. "I could have hidden anywhere, but sometimes the most obvious place is the place people are least likely to look. That seemed the case here. So I came to Repose, which I hadn't been to since a boy, and not anywhere like the motel. It was simple enough to find a place here, and to make m y way I suppose on my own."