Alright, maybe I shouldn't get annoyed, women come onto me all the time, everywhere we go- it makes getting what I want rather easy, even without my powers and yet seeing men try the same thing with Kat is a little....lets go with agitating. Could that security guard have stared at her any longer? I think I felt myself actually scowl at her playful flirtation before I managed to focus my attention on something else. She isn't a piece of damn property, not something I own, she has every right to do what she needs to in order to, well, do whatever it is she is trying to do- my suspicion rather thoroughly on her baggage though for now I see little need to bring that up. As long as she didn't cause an international incident then I really had no reason to complain if her carrying of knives or guns or heaven knows what wasn't exactly my favourite part of her personality- or this job I seemed to have been fated to perform even though I hardly remember signing up for it or asking for anyone to save me that night. I am glad they did, I suppose, sometimes- although I am rather cursed to have moments where I wish entirely otherwise though for now I hardly see the need to bring them up, quite content to offer the very large guard another scowl even despite the fact I am assured he could snap me like a twig if he tried. Since when is that much muscle healthy?

The plane itself at least turned out to be rather comfortable, my own seat reclining back, one leg folding neatly over the other to spread out in a manner near akin to a jungle cat in relaxation- willing enough to let Kat eat my food although....really, she almost seemed nervous. Believe me, even in first class aeroplane food is not that entirely fabulous and yet by the manner in which she was eating it she seemed almost starved. At least until the plane started moving and she seemed to turn a rather unattractive shade of white as she lay back. For a moment I simply frowned , one hand lifting slightly to attract the attention of a flight attendant, whispering momentarily to the woman who came a moment before returning my attention back to Kat.

"Kat- you wouldn't be afraid of flying now would you?"

One eye lifted, blue gold gaze her upon her own now as I waited for a response. Why on earth she hadn't said anything I don't know, although really aside from taking a boat which would extend our trip by...days I hardly saw any way around it, the faintest hint of amusement managing to find its way onto my rather lovely features. I suppose I really shouldn't laugh at her and yet I so rarely ever saw any hint of fear from her, any hint of discomfort that it was almost refreshing really to be remind she wasn't entirely human beneath that façade of fearlessness she always seemed to hold- her confidence only ever seeming to slip on those few occasions I might decide to try out something new during our more...intimate activities. Sometimes it was nice to see her come a little bit undone and since she was hardly in any real danger on a plane I took remarkably little shame in her evident distress. That did not mean however, I didn't have something of a cure for it- the air hostess returning now with glass in hand as I reached to take it from her with a murmured thanks before passing it to Kat.

"Its vodka, it'll make the trip a little easier, trust me."

I felt my lip quirk slightly upward, leaning back against the chair now in the picture of utter relaxation before letting my own thoughts wander a little, turning back towards her only to voice my own....displeasure I suppose, the conversation I was determined to have not entirely pleasant and yet, isn't this what you're supposed to do in a relationship- tell each other things? Either way I could hardly let Kat land in Paris without preparing her for my....lets go with adoptive family. Elena was not exactly light weight when it came to....opinions. I was tyring I suppose, trying to talk about something I wasn't wholly comfortable with, serious conversations never truly having been my strength, attempting to taint it with humour all the same. She was indulging me and I knew it, going along with it in an effort not to make me feel more uncomfortable, my ability to read people rather exceptional when I choose to utilise it and I can see the doubt in her- or at least....the concern at my mention of Elena. Had I any real indication of her thoughts I would have been entirely inclined to laugh. Maybe I did like to experiment a little and maybe she did have a taste for younger men but....I do draw the line at a woman thirty years my senior, a woman I'd come to view as a mother-type figure. Hell, she'd been better then my own ever had. Her hand suddenly reaching for my own saw the blue gold of my gaze flicker downward, lip quirking upward once more by way of response. She wouldn't say anything, I knew that and yet the thought of this impending meeting hardly failed to settle me all the same.

The rest of the flight- fortunately, was given to pass with relatively no incident save for my refusal to eat anything the staff brought me, an issue with an in-flight magazine I seriously questioned the sanitation off and my refusal to use the bathroom if only because not a single member of staff- not even the piolet, could tell me exactly what grade the chemicals used to clean it were. What? I cannot use any facility I don't trust. I haven't used a public bathroom since I was four and even then it was with no small amount of difficulty. Is there something wrong with an appreciation of hygiene? At least the trip passed rather quickly- Kat hopefully having managed to relax a little by the time we landed and I managed to find every single one of my bags- no small feat when I had eleven or so, only just having managed to rally the staff to my assistance when I heard a voice I knew far to well, very near pivoting in place to see Etienne waving from across the airport. He looked very near exactly as I remembered him, dark haired, blue-eyed, shorter them myself with a goatee he refused to shave off and the admiring looks of several women as the passed. It was the tall woman beside him however that so further seemed to seize my attention.

Elena always did have....something of a presence I suppose, her face as emotionless as it always managed to be as she strode suddenly forward with the clear expectation that everyone else was going to get out of her way- and they did. Her reputation quite often proceeded her, though I suppose when you ran one of the largest fashion houses in the country you were entitled to some privileges, her over-sized coat billowing out behind her, heels clicking against the....whatever airport floors were made of. Honestly she reminded me rather extensively of Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. What? I liked that movie, it's all about models in tight fitting clothing.

"I think she's seen us."

It was little more than a whisper, the faintest taint of humour within my words all the same despite the...nervousness I was hardly willing to admit I felt. It had been a few years, my fault, I suppose, I kept in touch but it had been a long time since I'd been....home, longer still since I'd seen her. For her pat however, Elena wasted no time, arms suddenly flung wide to wrap around me before cupping my face to kiss each cheek in a tradition I had never totally gotten used to. Her voice laced with accent, once more just as I remembered. Kohl! Your flight is late, I have waited an hour for you and complained and complained but no one has good staff anymore, you know how it is darling, let me look at you!.

"Elena......Elena..."

She had stepped back by this point, letting her gaze move critically over my form, no doubt judging everything from my outfit to my hair before offering a nod of approval and turning her attention to Kat- one hand waving at Etienne to deal with the bags as I felt my chest tighten slightly. Is this her then, darling? The one you talk about to Etienne in the middle of the night, hmm?

"Elena this is Kat. Kat- Elena."

I'm not sure entirely what I was more worried about, that Elena would finding something to criticise or Kat would react by karate-kicking her....

I had warned her Elena could be a little...intense.


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