Remy was taken by surprise for only a split second, but eased into the kiss with no issue. His lips crushed against the poet's, while his arm wrapped around Miniver's waist. He wasted no time whatsoever in bringing it from desperate to desirous. His fingers threaded through the tips of Miniver's hair, and he let out a slightly amused huff through his nose.
Once he disentangled himself from the kiss, he shrugged out of his coat, letting Miniver see that he was no longer the scrawny little swamp rat he'd known in the Bar. He'd worked out over the years, gained some tone to make what he considered a perfect body before actually live up to his expectations. His shirt was half undone already, all it needed was a little more coaxing to be off together.