I probably should have been ready for Kat's sudden lunge from behind me and yet really the girl seemed to surprise me every time, the foam from the extinguisher only just having collided with the rather unsavoury vampire fellow before Kat flew past. I never would understand her love for stabbing things although to her credit she was rather good at it, unable to prevent myself from flinching, if only slightly, at the impact her blade made with the throat of the vampire, fingers moving quickly to drop my glasses back over the blue gold of my gaze. It isn't the blood that bothers me, not really, blood is blood, I've seen it before and I'm damn sure I'll see it again, hell- with Kat I am entirely sure I'll spend the rest of my life seeing it. It's the....pain I don't like, watching their muscles tense, hearing the sounds they make, watching them choke and spasm and die. The right to decide the life or death of another just seems....wrong I suppose. It isn't my job, my right, my place to decide. Maybe Kat is doing the right thing with what she does, with what she wants me to do, after all, the vampire and his companion would have done more then merely drain the girl and in this I suppose it was justified- but it isn't always. I've seen people minding their own business die, be hunted down, shot, stabbed or staked for doing nothing other than breathing and it is that I have a problem with I suppose. I guess I need justification, a reason beyond the fact someone is a vampire or a witch. I always did question what I wasn't supposed to. I think that's why I never did overly well in school despite my supposed intelligence. I questioned too much.

Tonight however, I am maybe willing to admit these men got what was coming to them, the first vampire dispatched far more easily then the second, his hand lifting to collide with the back of Kat's head, my own jar setting in a thin, hard line. Maybe I never will be a fighter but I...hate seeing her hurt, I hate seeing anyone hurt her, I....can't stand it. His foot suddenly colliding with her stomach seems to actually jolt my form into action. It was ridiculous, really, Kat forever telling me to find a trigger, find whatever it was that actually made me mad enough to want to fight- the girl driven to madness by my own ridiculous level of calm and my ability to take far more delight in distracting her rather then training and yet...I've always known entirely what that trigger is. I've known since the day I damn well met her over a year ago. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her and yet that terrifies even me, it isn't a feeling I know. Hell- I don't know what to do with it and yet that...feeling, whatever it is means I spend every goddamn day of my life fearing the day she doesn't come home, or the day I damn well die trying to save her from her own, let's call it, lifestyle choices.

Whether she needs my help or not I hardly know, in fact I am entirely assured she can defend herself and yet maybe I do actually possess some modicum of primal manliness somewhere within me, unwilling to see me........friend injured entirely without action, the fire extinguisher in my hand launched at the vampire with more strength then I actually believed I had, surmise evident even in my own gaze as it collided with his side, knocking him off balance and allowing Kat to get another hit before my attention returned to the semi-naked girl whom very near flew into my arms, so entirely oblivious to Kat's sudden violent explosion being caused by the sight of another woman within my arms, really darling, had I noticed I would have been flattered, as it was, well, she wasn't exactly my type. I simply moved to guide her away all the same, giving Kat more room while also maybe using the girl as a slight bit of a shield, what? I don't need blood on these pants and she's already rather....battered, it's hardly going to matter if a few less droplets get on her now is it? I never said I played a good hero. My attention retuned to Kat then, despite the blondes attempts to grab any part of me she actually could, my own power a little...unpredictable, unable to turn it off despite my efforts as her fingers begin to tug at the hem of my shirt. Honestly I may well not have minded- if she hadn't been so entirely blood-covered and dirty.

"Why don't we settle down a little, hmm?"

I moved to gently guide her hands away, attempting to actually turn my power off as Kat managed to destroy the vampire, my eyes remaining on her entirely, assuring myself she was unharmed, my distraction unfortunately resulting in the blonde girl managing to get her fingers within the waist band of my pants- Kat's comment earning her a smirk all the same.

"Oh ha ha, I was merely...distracting her. It is simply an unfortunate side effect that I am not entirely sure I know how to turn it off. Then again I- wow!"

The women was evidently far less injured then I had truly believed, one of her hands letting go of my pants long enough to reach up and unsnap the clasp on her bra, ripping the undergarment off with the sort of yell I am entirely sure one would use were one a cowgirl riding a bull, twirling it about above her head as I hurriedly moved to look away. Alright, maybe I took brief glance, I'm not a god, gaze flicking downward momentarily before my attention returned entirely to Kat, attempting to look anywhere other then the exposed breasts before me as the girl shrieked again, throwing her arms around me once more, attempting some sort of nuzzling against the side of my neck. Hmm, I'm not sure I've ever had a women this entirely willing before and really if it weren't for the fact she had no choice in her reaction I might have been almost flattered, she was a pretty little thing and yet.....it has been months since I desired....anyone save for the single women whom seemed entirely determined to push me away. I managed to slightly detangle myself from the blonde, slipping easily from my dinner jacket, hurriedly moving to drape it over her front despite her protests.

"Why don't you wear this? It suits you and I want you to have it, in fact, I want you to wear it, just for me, can you do that?"

I smiled easily, gently, lips pulling upward in an easy grin that seemed to soothe her, the girl nodding energetically now before proceeding to inhale the scent on the jacket, my aftershave evidently the going drug of the night. Hmm- I always knew it was a good brand, eyes flicking briefly up towards Kat- her scowl hardly unexpected as I chuckled.

"You bought me that cologne you know- clearly you have good taste."

A teasing grin managed to find it's way onto my features once more, the blonde girl seeming content with my jacket for now. Maybe Kat's talent was fighting, maybe it always would be- but I am not entirely useless, the girl seeming to have calmed down entirely now. Maybe my power is not all that useful all the time and yet, making that girl feel safe, calming her down? Well, that has to count for something.

"I suppose we are going to have to find somewhere to take our new...friend."

I gestured loosely to the woman once more, praying indeed she would keep actually wearing my jacket- at least until we dropped her off somewhere, I wanted that back, that's this seasons model- and it was going to need extensive dry cleaning.

"There's a police station a block from here, I suggest we drop her off there and then head home- we have a dance to finish- and merely for the record, as any friend should I assure you darling, your chest is much nicer."

I simply chuckled once more, daring grin flashed towards her, pivoting in place before moving to head down the street, the little blonde girl hurrying after, rather assured Kat would follow, after all, surely she isn't going to leave me alone with my new friend now is she?

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