The rain was relentless as their bodies became more and more soaked the longer they stood out there, but it didn't matter. Neither was likely going to regret it by this stage of the juncture, and Ylrid was rather enjoying the view of Eira in a soaking wet top. Her returning of the kiss was wonderful, the potential for disaster had been there, and the fact that she had not pulled back was a good thing.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Ylrid wanted more, stopping now would drive him crazy. Of course he understood the logic of why she said 'not here' but that didn't make things any easier. He nodded slightly in agreement as she continued to talk about rules. "No more rules?" It was rhetorical as he asked in an inquisitive voice while a smirk appeared on his face, "at least not from others, so not of my people, or Lord Bennington, your father's, or perhaps even your own rules?"<br/><br/>That was the kicker, for she too had laid out rules, for one not to kill Lord Bennington. Of course this did not mean Ylrid would run back and do such a thing. He wanted Lady Eira on his side, not pissed off and angry at him. "Then I shall do as you suggested, make my own rules, though dare I say they should be<i>our</i>rules? Ones we form together, live by in an effort to give us both the happiness we deserve together." His right hand snatched her left one swiftly, though gentle enough not to hurt her. "I say we start by heading back to where your training started, and we train something else," he chose his words carefully in case prying ears were nearby. Ylrid gave her a gentle nudge away from the castle. He had no intentions of forcing her to do something she did not want, but he was hopeful she would not decline the offer.