That gentle smile upon her lips seemed to make her glow an angel's beaming, resilient light. Never in a million years did the hunter ever think he would relate in the slightest to a creature he hunted. Never did he think he would take that time to listen to their words and relish in that conversation. His darkness that so often brought creatures to their sealed fate seemed to curiously interact with the woman, swirling about her in that intriguing, gentle brush of its shadowy tendrils.

He listened to the angelic woman speak, tilting his head in that assessing way, carefully considering those words. "You could control it, I am sure of it, with enough practice and control. You might be able to use it to your advantage. Mine was like that too when I was awakened.. You certainly don't want that light coming out randomly unless you want it to." He admitted, perhaps even surprised at himself for sharing such details with the fairy. Perhaps it was the reason, the very human part of him secretly wanted to reach out, to connect and yet, how long had that fractured piece of himself had been suppressed and beaten down. He had shunned himself to a world of solitude, dedicated himself to training himself to be the most lethal and disciplined hunter he could forge himself into. All to cease those monsters from inflicting the same decimation of his own family on someone else. One by one, he wouldn't stop until it killed him, he could already feel he had pushed himself. In all the years he hunted, he had never taken a break. It forged him into this ruthless, killing machine. After all, he had earned the title Reaper, somehow.

Only once he spoke those words of violence and her in the same breath, it was then that he realized how ridiculous it sounded. He nearly doubled over and laughed at himself for even considering the dainty woman an actual threat, the sound trapped somewhere within his throat, suppressed and refusal to simply let it go. Would it kill him to laugh? It might very well be the case, he was so very uptight. But in his line of work, even those with a pretty face could not be trusted, but the feeling within his gut told him otherwise. At least when it came to her, the fairy before him. It was the very first time something had occurred like this and perhaps he found it almost embarrassing. Sometimes the dark hunter could be such a hard headed damn fool, but he wouldn't dare admit that. Never out loud. Regardless of the suppressed laugh, he could not hide that amused look that danced across his features, however fleeting that it was. This conversation seemed almost normal, if you didn't factor in the events prior to this and the undead, beheaded corpse behind him. "Do you plan on hurting me?" There was a baritone tease escaping him, a flash of something so rare within him, perhaps it could even be described as a playful mischief. A part of him he hardly ever exposed to the world. Those shadowy purple eyes rest upon the dry tear stained darlings, dainty face. She seemed hardly capable of harming a fly, let alone the very reaper in her midst. Oh, he would most certainly not forget this moment.. He decided it was clearly not one of his finest.

When she goaded him, he decided to act, suddenly, crossing the distance between them, ensnaring that petite dancer within his imperious grasp. He mused, uttering those words within the blonde locks of her hair. She hardly flinched, even with his hand around her neck where he could feel the steady rhythm of her pulse, she hardly reacted, at all. It was barely the reaction he was expecting from the woman, who very well could have been the rabbit ensnared in the hunter's grasp. His shadows ensnaring her like a suffocating blanket, that cruel sounding chuckle flooded the air. All she did was stare, blankly at him, as if entirely perplexed by what he was doing, as if she expected something 'else' to happen. Did she want him to harm her? She might as well smiled at him and that truly unsettled him in some way that he could hardly comprehend. Especially when Adrien fully expected her to see some kind of monster, and yet, now she hardly bats an eyelash. So different from the woman who was crying moments earlier begging to spare her life. It was so odd, he almost didn't know what to do expect allow an uttered challenge, he suspected would be equally as meaningless as his display. "I could catch you at any day or time little swan.." He left a lingering challenge within the air, just to be as ominous as possible in these failing moments.

Suddenly, releasing her with a sigh, he hadn't realized how much tension filled him right then. How much he had held himself back, he felt disgusted by himself. Perhaps he truly had become the monsters he hunted. A conflicted frown was suddenly prompted upon her features, giving her space while giving it to himself as well.

It was time to bring her home, he felt the need to put distance between himself and the woman of light. This evening took a bizarre twist that he was hardly prepared for. He uttered his warnings, hoping she would heed them. He hoped he didn't need to cross paths with this unsettling woman again. How carefree she had seemed after everything she had been through, she might as well have been skipping down the worn concrete of the sidewalk. How strikingly opposite the duo truly was. He could hear every sound of their feet brushing against that abrasive surface. His eyes watching the petite woman with a strange look he hardly understood himself, all before randomly blurting out a question about that bag slung across her shoulders. He found himself curious, wanting to draw closer to her, his shadows practically giving him away. As they seemed to watch her at all times, perhaps, mesmerized in some bizarre fashion. They never reacted to someone like this before!

The ballet, she responded confidently. A ballerina, he supposed it made perfect sense and yet how he found himself so perplexed by the notion of it. It seemed so mundane, so unique to her and yet so very human. He never really saw the supernatural as human, or capable of normal human acts. Probably for the simple reason that he spent too much time murdering them.

"Are you any good?" He asked abruptly, not realizing how rude he sounded, unable to hide that disbelief. It wasn't that he didn't believe her, he was just surprised by her, by all the facets he was learning and there was some remote part of him that wanted to know more. It tugged at him irritatingly so. He led her down another turn, where he knew his bike would be. Exactly where he left it. His modified Harley-Davidson night rod. The motorcycle was his prized possession, perfectly mat black with blood red pinstriping accents. Its thick wheels meant for traction and yet it was nimble enough. He only had one helmet though. "Yes, she is." He exclaimed with a certain amount of pride in his voice.

He strode up to the bike, his shadows seemed to cling to it as though to protect it from prying eyes, as though those sentient shadows knew this bike's importance to the hunter. His obsidian treasure, he looked it over as if to make sure it was still exactly how he left it. He unhitched his helmet before tossing it at her, counting on her reflexes to be half decent. "Put it on, and tighten it up really well, it will probably be a bit big on you but its better than nothing." He seemed chivalrous, almost. His voice possessed that gruffness, but his mind seemed distracted.. Now that he actually peered at her, his eyes trailing her up and down. She looked like a dainty pixy! But to him, she seemed like a swan with that elongated neck and how pale she looked as though she glowed minutely, always. "All you have to do, little swan, is hold on to me and don't let go until I tell you to. Okay?" A small curve of his lips that almost seemed like a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips before he went up to his bike, easily mounting his faithful metal steed. All before coaxing it to life with the keys he had nestled within his pockets. He would never tire of that rumbling roar of that powerful engine. It was like music to his ears.

Adrien turned to face his future passenger to make sure she had his helmet on. "It suits you." He said, even though the helmet was far too big for her head and the mat black helmet practically devoured her, even with her blond hair peaking out, cascading down and around her shoulders. He couldn't help the amused chuckle that escaped him this time.. Shaking his head. This was the first time he ever let someone sit on his bike.. First and last he vowed (a vow he could hardly keep) and yet he could barely help that he enjoyed the sight of her. "Come on.. I won't bite, time to buckle up." He uttered, another joke dancing off his tongue, urging her nestle her petite figure against him before they took off into the night.