Honestly, you'd think the girl was almost nervous talking to me, her jaw seeming to clench like she very near dreaded what I was about to say. That's new, women usually find what I have to say both insightful, intriguing and at times so ridiculously funny I wonder how many men actually fall for such falsified laughs. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the effort and really it is nice to be appreciated. The way in which Kat cradled her arm manage to momentarily distract my thoughts from the fact I was struggling to prevent myself having a rather unmanly meltdown over the fact I had the bare remnants of what had been my favourite car along with the very real possibility I had very near died in a dumpster fire. Honestly, could there be a more ridiculous way to die? How entirely tragic it would have been to die....in trash. The very thought caused a frown of sorts to linger upon my features before some part of my mind seemed to remember Kat once more, the blue gold of my gaze lingering upon her injuries. To be honest I hardly knew what to do about her arm and yet I am entirely sure at least looking at it in a considerate manner is worth...something, isn't it? It seemed to be at almost an odd angle. Her words say my attention shift once more to her own, the scowl upon her features indicating at least some modicum of concern for the fact I seemed to believe our ideas of fun were rather...varied. What was wrong with dinner and incredible sex afterwards? Why on earth should we spend the night running about all over this godforsaken city in search of supernatural creatures whom are probably enjoying the more intimate affairs I am sure I could be enjoying were it not for Kat's apparent determination to source her exercise from...jogging. The thought of it was almost as repellent as my near dumpster death.

"I didn't ask for this....lifestyle Kat. Maybe we are made for it, but just because a Ferrari is made to race hardly means you have to race it, does it?"

It was little more than a murmur really, after all, I highly suspected I was not made for anything so....lets call it.....high impact. I always was more a lover then a fighter and maybe it wasn't...joy exactly, that Kat got out of this sport but there was something there...a desire I suppose, a need that I simply didn't have. I don't......like hurting people, regardless of the species, I simply have no interest in it and hell, maybe I never will. In fact I am entirely sure the only reason I maintain this ridiculous charade is merely to make sure Kat isn't alone. I think I my have even managed a smirk at that, features quirking slightly at this vague amusement I found within myself. She hardly needed me, if anything I am entirely sure I am more a hindrance then a help and yet- shoot me, but I don't want her being out alone, the idea of other men is...agitating in a way I don't know how to handle- not truly. I suppose it never has been an issue before. Whatever I have with Kat about the closest thing to a relationship I think I've ever had. Maybe it isn't perfect, hell, it's about polished as my unfortunate Maserati but whatever it is- it's the only thing I've damn well got. Her sudden closeness managed to distract my thoughts once more, the soft exhale and the words that followed, her eye brow lifting slightly managed to almost earn her an eye roll at her mention of a hit list.

"I think I am on far more the one hit list- although really I am entirely sure I would be on less of them if we didn't keep trying to stab the supernaturals, hmm?"

My own eye lifted slightly, entirely assured my own reasoning was rather sound in itself, supernaturals surely far less inclined to attempt our destruction if Kat did not have the desire to chase them about town with a knife. I let my own shoulders shrug slightly, eyes briefly returning to my now thoroughly soaked car, her snort seeing a chuckle rise within my throat once more. Content enough, for now, to leave the serious talks alone, shifting momentarily closer to her once more as if I merely sought to take a closer look at the car before offering a 'mhmm' of agreement in response to her words.

"Maybe hunting is all you know how to do- but I am entirely willing to show you how else you could spend your time. I think you'd be very good at it."

It was cheating, I suppose, letting just those few tendrils of my own power move to engulf her, doing little more then turning the attention of every nerve and fibre of her being towards myself, merely....gaining her attention a little, coaxing a desire I already knew existed into life before merely allowing my own head to tilt, lips brushing against the ever-so sensitive flesh of her neck, trailing upward and along the line of her jaw. She always did taste....rather divine, my own sigh forced outward as I moved to lean back against the wall beside her once more- having taken advantage of her injured arm to be rather assured she wasn't capable of slapping me away, a simper etching it's way across my features.

"-but since your not interested in doing anything else, I suppose we won't. Shame. Besides, I am also entirely sure your arm should not be at that...angle, am I going to need to drive you to a hospital or shall we go home so you can let me put antiseptic on every single wound I can find on the both of us while simultaneously attempting to wash every bit of clothing we own? They say men can't multi-task, but believe me, darling- I am going to try."

What? I think she deserves a little teasing. She nearly killed me tonight, I am entirely sure I deserve a reward.....don't I?



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?