You know those moments where you do one thing, say one thing and in reality he wanted to do another. This was one of those moments where the dark hunter felt that compelled to help her, he wanted to, he felt like he could actual do a good job at it and yet... it was like something held him back. He knew he could have helped in her control, to aid in honing that ability so it could be something she could use on her own terms. Perhaps.. for but a moment his mouth parts as though he meant to offer her those words that floated around in his head and yet he couldn't bring them a voice. He nods his head near solemnly his dark eyes peering at her before peering into the waiting night that seemed to claim him. Well, he never thought himself to be a coward and yet he commits to that paralyzing silence all the same.

She was certainly an endearing creature that seemed to melt away at that hardened exterior of his as she creates that clawed hand, teasing him. She was the cutest thing she had seen. A laughter bellowed from him, shaking his head in response to her teasing words. The laughter still danced within her accented words, that French lilt was like music to his ears. "I thought so too, I guess that would make me... dead. You've slain me." There was fondness laced within those teasing words, how strange it sounded from his own lips like it came from someone else.

He seized that moment to capture her, displaying that flash of speed to capture her. It was hardly fair like she had said. It only served as a bitter reminder of what he was, and his very purpose any night he hunted. He suddenly releases her, taking a step back from her, as if not trusting himself. He didn't think he would harm her, but the dark thoughts that entered his mind then, seemed to snuff out the little joy they had created.

There was darkness haunting every corner and she would do with a taste of fear. Fear would keep her safe. How futile those words had seemed to be, he ran a hand his hair, his eyes avoiding the woman for a moment. Happy endings did not come for people like him, perhaps that warning would one day serve her well. The faster people learned these harsh life lessons, the better he was convinced of it. For every beast he killed there were more in their place. How cold his heart had become, how jaded of a creature that seeps into everything he once was. A frown formed upon his face, perhaps it would be best if they got her home safely, he had just about enough dark thoughts to keep him occupied for tonight. But despite the poison that wastes away his mind, he couldn't bare to imagine her a victim.. but how many girls had he seen meet that very fate.

It was then that his shadowy amethyst eyes seemed to focus on her duffel bag which in turn prompted a question about its contents. Perhaps it was better than this veil of silence he forced upon them. Yet it was her answer that somehow seemed to to catch him off guard. He seemed to look at her in disbelief. She had that dancer's build and the way she moved seemed so seamless and easy. A ballerina, it seemed to suit her. Yet it was how the woman beside him seemed to light up as she spoke about the ballet and her ambitions that seemed to make her truly glow. How clueless he was about it all, but he seemed content to hear about it all the same. How long it had been to hear someone so passionate about something, so full of life. How could he ever mistaken that woman as a threat to society seemed to preposterous to him now! How silly he was, but so eye opening as well. Yet he could hardly deny the pull she seemed to have over him, one he hardly understood, one that was entirely confusing to him. Even as she corrects him on his sheer lack of knowledge of the ballet. "Oh.. Sorry, I know absolutely nothing about the ballet, only I remember being amazed at the dancers when I was a kid. Silly, huh?" He admits, his gaze falls from hers as if.. embarrassed.

Her dreams seemed to sparkle with such vivacious light, it seemed to vibrate with from her. So many people lived without ambition, without goals and hopes and dreams. This woman was full of them, claiming she was going to be a prima, one of the few in Sacrosanct. His eyes widen in surprise. "I will have to keep an eye out for you then." She sounded so sure of herself and her craft he had no reason to doubt her. He was sure he could listen to her talk all night about the obscurity of that ballet, content to listen to her talk. He decided he liked hearing her speak, hearing her content. It was a strange feeling in general, one entirely foreign to the usually brusque hunter. How he remembered he used to have those dreams and how quickly they had decayed away, his one true purpose in life truly destroying him from the inside out.

Lastly, the duo rounded the corner, he made it to his bike, concealed by those worshiping shadows. It was almost sad that the conversation about her very passion in life had dissipated, but her good mood along with his had returned. How he found himself so terribly moody on the best of days, in this moment he felt actually content and carefree. How rare a feeling that was, he almost felt awkward with it. Yet that bantering with her had come so terribly easy, the tease upon his lips and seeing her with that oversized helmet on her head, seemed to make him forget who he was, for at least a moment.

With her petite figure at his back, he had to admit it felt nice to feel those slender arms wrapped around his waist. She seemed to cling onto him tightly, even going so far as to rest her chin on his shoulder. He could feel that surprise from her figure, her vitals singing to him even beneath the rumble of that powerful engine. "Hold tight." He smiled in spite of himself until he realized he was doing it and felt almost moronic which caused it to be a fleeting thing. How quickly her nerves were placated into glee as the wove in and out of traffic. He might have taken it a little easy on her, careful not to scare her any more than she had been tonight. It felt all too soon, he had seemed to quite like the feel of her pressed against him then. Her grip was tight, but he could sense her form seemed to relax against his strong, defined form.

Easily he draws the bike to the curb, in front of the building with creeping ivy along its face after her declaration that they had arrived. By some amount of sheer luck they found it. The hunter was considering that would take them hours, like finding a needle in a hay stack. "I swear lady, you are going to need a 'I belong to' label to keep in your purse so you don't get lost again." It was his effort at a joke, that hint of a grin lingering upon his lips.

She leaped off the bike with a dancer's grace, removing the loose ill-fitting helmet from her head, how he missed that warmth against his back when it was gone. She placed it upon his own and he scrunches up his face at her. It tipped forward far too much and the visor threatened to snap shut, threatening to shield his shadowy purple eyes from her own.

"My pleasure." in that moment he realized he hardly knew her name until now, it seemed silly how he didn't. She offered him her dainty hand, he allowed his much larger hand encase her own, his shadows seem to whisper against her flesh in that very moment, gingerly enveloping her hand like a gentle caress. How fragile she seemed, did all fae seem that way? How could this woman ever survive this city filled with so much darkness? She was like a light encased by that inky blackness as a silvery halo encased her. She was beautiful, he hardly had the time to truly notice it until now underneath the artificial glow of a streetlamp. How would she look with the sun's warm glow to illuminate her features? He couldn't help his thoughts wandering as he repeated the offered name.

"Audette." He repeated the name, how he would not be quick to forget it either. He grinned at her, that grin was a tad lopsided and hardly seemed to fit those once callused features. Those shadows never seem to leave his eyes. "My name is Adrien.." He uttered near softly, how he rarely ever introduced himself. He hardly had the time with all the you know.. murdering.

"I suppose I still have monsters to keep at bay.. Stay out of trouble, alright? No more dark alleyways. You promised me.. I will know." He adjusted his helmet, tightening it up before snapping the visor on his helmet down, as if to once again be that concealed dark hunter once more. Part of him wished for him to ask to see her again, but how that would even work? He was darkness incarnate, that hate had overridden his heart and yet he couldn't deny he felt drawn to the fae woman. He almost parts his lips again to say something else entirely and yet... he cannot bring himself to it. He was drawn to her, he truly was, but he had also made her cry. He might as well have been considered the very monsters he hunts.

"Take care of yourself Audette.." with that, he slips off into the silken dark that so calls to him, that engine fading off into the shadows that swallow him whole as that city seemed to beckon him home.