"<b>Been lost for a while, darling,</b>" Loretta drawled lazily, turning her back on him. Hoisting herself backwards and up on the ledge, she tilted her head up, catching the gentle drizzle. Her dark hair hadn't fully dried in the first place anyways and she liked the feel of the rain. That was one of the perks of her contracted freedom now, that she was able to soak in moments like this.<br/><br/>"<b>Not entirely for granted, no. But I've met plenty that despise the rain, that would never be caught barefoot outdoors, that would never drink from your water fresh from the mountains without having it tested first,</b>" she explained herself, bringing more color to her statement. She yawned, tasting the raindrops, and glanced at him over her shoulder. "<b>And what about you? What are you afraid of?</b>"<br/><br/>They seemed to have an unspoken truce, at least for the time being. They were aware of how dangerous the other could be and found each other deeply intriguing. It seemed to her that no moves — no life-threatening moves, at least — would be made tonight. It was getting late and if they hadn't passed it already, the midnight hour was approaching.