How did he practice? The very question makes him hesitate, he wasn't sure he wanted to reveal the monster that he was sure she would think he was. How the primary use of his powers was to terminate the very supernatural creatures that threatened the existence of the very humans that lived blissfully unaware. The very humans that were subjected to close the same brutal fate his family had. "I spent a lot of time in a warehouse practicing against targets, at first." Targets that he had captured and brought there for the sole purpose to die to his murderous shadows. How little she knew that those very shadows that dared to caress her were the very end of countless creatures. He hardly regretted it. The less that were out there, the better as far as he was concerned. Little did he know those shadows were a mirror of the darkness that festered inside of him? "I wish I could tell you I took baby steps, but I drowning in them, I had to use them or I thought they would consume me" He tried his best to not seem so threatening and yet he could hardly understand why he even cared. "Start with something small like, glowing on command. Then try isolating that glow to different parts of your body. When you have a good handle on it, keep pushing those limits." He raised his right hand, those shadows seem to swirl around it like it was waiting for his command. "Look at it this way, you have way better control than I had." The dark hunter admits, his voice almost wistful, but also haunted by the man he had become but he attempts a reassuring smile. It was probably more akin to a grimace. He was after all, a veritable reaper cloaked in black and shadows. There was a part of him that wanted to reach out, to help her to connect. Some dormant part of him that was almost curious to do so. He was fearless but not in this. Afraid for someone to see who he truly was.

Adrien rose a brow at her in amusement, raising a solitary brow as she claimed she could be violent. Those shadowy purple didn't even try to hide that emotion that overcame him then, a certain mischievous glint that rarely ever surfaced. Just how long had he been dwelling in his own isolated hell? "Oh? come at me then." He challenged, his voice hardly that cold stone it so normally too. However, when she fashioned her hands into claws. Rawring, she was the cutest damn thing he had ever seen. He could hardly help that booming laughter that escaped him that it nearly startled himself, shaking his head softly. "I think you killed me. I was right all along, you are ruthless. I should have trusted my instincts." He declared, unable to help that gentle tug of the corners of his lips.

How strange it was that a dainty fairy woman would be the very creature to thaw that icy death that clung to him desperately with such ardent turmoil. However, it was when she called him slow, it awoken something within the dark hunter, a sense of a challenge overcame him. He was honed with the very same talents as the very beasts that he hunts across that very city, well without the craving of blood and flesh. Even though his very world revolved around those two things. Carnage was his game, with the quest to purge the city of those monsters. In that very embrace, he knew how helpless she was against him, in many ways weren't they all? But what was different, a part that truly floored him. That very action hardly struck a single chord of fear, she trusted him, HIM!? Of all people in the god damn world. That on any other night might not hesitate to rip the very life from her body. Was she even alive? He hardly knew much of fae but what he did know, he hardly expected this, her! Some angelic creature so seemingly innocent and gullible to a world that would happily show her misery. How could she even stand to be near him? After all that happened? He shrugged, his shadowy purple eyes fixed down at the top of her head.

"Hardly fair?" He scoffs at her from that ludicrous notion of the very word fair. Was it fair when that vampire entered his family home and slaughtered his parents with no weapon or hope to defend themselves? Was it fair that him and his sister were left to the very wolves? That his very foolish but young sister, Harley herself was deceived to fall one of those vile things? Those monsters played by their own vacillating rules, you think they gave a shit what fair was??? He nearly trembled then from his own lack of control. For someone who seemed to have so much power of those gifts he was bestowed, he was weak now. "All that I have, huh? What's that exactly? Those vampires don't play fair, why should I? You think that vampire would let you go because he felt bad that he was stronger than you?" His voice started off almost heated, but faded away into something softer, something almost weary of the abrasive world. "That's why you can never let your guard down. You can never trust that those things would hesitate for even a second." He sighed incredulously, that huff of air sounded as weary as he felt, weary of this never-ending battle he had no hope of winning. Not like this. But he wouldn't stop, not ever. He suddenly released her, gone was the once playful demeanor, his own mind plagued with a personal assault.

He needed his distance, her very presence seemed to melt at the very shadowy coils that gripped so desperate at him and yet perhaps she was not as helpless as he thought. She was single handedly defeating him and he hardly knew how to defend himself against her. They walked in silence for just a little while, the hunter ever vigilant of his surroundings, including the deafening sound of his own footfalls. Even now, she is a flickering candle surrounded by darkness and he could hardly help but steal those random glances in her direction. His heavy boot-clad feet carrying him at an almost leisurely pace. His mind loudly assaults him and his gaze drifts to that duffel bag and wondering of its contents. He had been so terribly lax around her that if she were truly one of those beasts, she could have probably had him on more than one occasion. He could hardly hide the surprise that left the man all but stricken.

He asked her if she was any good, lost of any moderation of couth in that very moment by his own surprise. That bewilderment still lingering on those hardened features of the hunter. "I don't know what that is, but it sounds very French and expensive." He uttered, but there is some level of awe in his voice. He knew how much discipline it took to be a ballerina and how effortlessly they moved across that stage. Even as a boy he could hardly believe they were people. They must have wings they thought, with how light-footed they were. They surely didn't have the same bones as everyone else either, with how fluid they moved.
She talks about being a prima and he was instantly struck with confused. "A.... primadonna?" It was like she was talking in fluent gibberish, he clearly knew nothing of the ballet and it was clearly evident in his hopeless words. What the fuck was a Prima? A diva of some sort? He hardly knew.

It was then that they encroached upon his bike, his shadows lingering around it as if cradling it lovingly from the revealing light. His ability seemed to cause those tendrils of darkness to shift and respond to his approach of that precious obsidian steel steed. He could hardly stop himself from inspecting that bike with certain care, as if to make sure there was nothing amiss within his faithful mount. It was then that he tossed his helmet to her, she surely needed it more than himself. It hardly fit her, it wobbled about her head like it made her into a certifiable bobble head, but it was better than nothing. This bike was surely safer than her adventure in the dingy alleyways she seemed to brave, plus, he was driving. He was nothing but skilled when he was at the helm of his bike. He would also take extra care with her upon it, despite her potential supernatural healing abilities. However, he could hardly help the way his mind drifted to the amusement that rumbled through him at that very look of her with his helmet affixed to her very head. The hunter said she looked good and perhaps with a properly fitted helmet and some proper gear for riding she would look like she belonged on his bike, despite how petite she was. A grin tugged upon his lips as he waited for her to get on that bike, if she seemed nervous she hardly showed it. "You ever been on one of these things before?" He inquired, more out of his own curiosity.

Once she climbed upon the back of his bike, using him as her personal aid to mount that bike, she nestled into him. Her grasp wrapping tightly around his waist. Perhaps he was hardly prepared for that very moment, that very movement alone made him pause in surprise as to how it made him feel. As though he liked that feel of her clinging to him. He cleared his throat to try and rid himself of the newfound thoughts that washed through him then. "You good?" He checked in before taking off in a thunderous roar of that sudden locomotion.

The road seemed to welcome them then, feeling her securely clinging to him while they moved throughout the cityscape. It was reduced to nothing more than a blur of buildings, streetlights and the random people walking as they weaved in and out of traffic, westward. Very much like his last name suggested. It was then that he heard her exclaim, her shift caught his attention as she suddenly points in a direction. He waited for her hand to return before he veered slightly to the right, willing to comply to her very commands of where to go, he revved that powerful engine as they raced forward through the nearly abandoned streets. He was beginning to worry they were going to wandering the whole damn night down these streets before she recognized... something. At least this newfound direction would lead them closer to her abode. "Does this seem familiar?" He asked over the rumble of the engine, turning his head just enough so he kept his eye on the road and looked at his masked partner.