Cole could tell she was enjoying this. She had made absolutely no effort to hide it, her grin growing the more his scowl deepened. She had other tells though, minute shifts in her expressions. Her slight realization as he told her of his darksider nature, and then a very subtle appraisal in the negative. Ah, of course. She felt him sharing the news to be unwise. Some darksiders were at a serious disadvantage at giving away their true nature. Certainly most myths and legends were sheer fabrication compared to reality, but there were nuggets of truth, and sometimes a darksider's weakness was open to all so long as others knew their origin. Cole was utterly unphased. Legends told of one principle weakness for Djinn, iron. It was used to bind them back then. The catch to this was, obviously, iron could bind<i>anyone </i>back then. Cole wasn't some sort of phantom that could move through walls, and a sturdy pair of handcuffs would work as well on him as anyone else, regardless of what they were made of. Cole didn't mind this of course, because they had to notice him to put him in handcuffs at all. In fact the only reason jail was horrifying to one like him was because it would be very easy for someone to lock him up and then promptly forget he was there.<i>That </i>was why the Djinn feared being chained in iron. It was the prospect of being left to starve as a victim of their own powers.<br/><br/>This was very likely one of the reasons Djinn were so hard to find, as they had either been hunted nearly to extinction long ago, or had gone into hiding so thorough and complete that even one of their own wouldn't know where to look. This was the other reason Cole had no reservations about telling her. It wasn't as though he had a community or family to worry about if their secret was uncovered. While he wasn't in the habit of telling others about himself, explaining would save time and get him a ride. Well worth the price of admission.<br/><br/>She seemed to finally grow bored of taunting him with her smile and finally offered him the back of her seat. “Sure hop on behind me – but I only have the one helmet” She said. Cole made no indication that would be a problem, almost seeming amused by the notion. What ambulance would be able to notice him to scoop up his broken body if they wrecked anyway? He settled in behind her on the bike and placed his hands firmly on her hips.<br/><br/>Two things happened then:<br/><br/>First, for Cat, the moment his hands touched her, all of the vague interference that tried to blur him to her vision dissipated. She no longer needed her supernatural senses to see him, and his every feature jumped out in vivid detail for her. The subtly of his touch, the collection of hairline scars here and there on his face, the most vivid of them being the vertical line which crossed over one side of his lips. His red eyes now resolved themselves as ruby irises peering at her through cold and tired gaze.<br/><br/>Secondly, Cole, for the barest of moments almost found the sensation of her warmth pleasant before she spoke up and ruined everything, “Hold on tight Genie.” He fumed, and any response he had was cut short by her tugging him closer and tighter, then throttleing the gas and shooting down the street like a missile in the night.<br/><br/><i>'Yes</i>,' he thought, '<i>she's definitely having fun at my expense.'<br/>
</i><br/>Minutes later, they arrived at Crowning Memories, pulling into the back alley and wheeling a ways down from the store proper. they disembarked, Cole taking a moment to roll a shoulder and crack his neck, as if to regain some composure from some very conflicting emotions regarding that ride. It was then that Cat asked, “So how do you want to play this lovely game?” He glanced her way to see her hazel eyes alight with excitement and in spite of himself the corner of his mouth quirked into a subtle smile. He had to admit, there was something about her enthusiasm that was infectious. Still, this was hardly the time. His stoic calm shifted back into place as he walked, "Cameras are running on both the interior and exterior of the shop, but we shouldn't need to worry about them. Police would have already scanned footage of the events leading up to the murders. Still, we'll need to wipe any footage of us being there while we comb the feed for clues the police may have missed. Back door will be our point of entry. There's a keypad hidden behind a loose brick. SI properties such as this have a master code to grant us access, so we can use that to enter without further alarms sounding, if they're even still active. Once inside, we disarm any security, check to make sure the area is clear, then start looking for clues. If there's evidence of phantoms, don't discount it, but what we're looking for... what<i>you're</i>looking for is proof that the there was a possible third party involved. Someone who could stand to benefit from a war." He paused  before they reached the boarded up rear door, "I have my own theories that will require me looking over their inventory records and comparing that with stock taken." He reached over and grabbed a pipe laying up against the wall, then used it to snap the boards loose with relative ease, speaking to her as he worked, "Keep an eye out for anything... otherworldly." he then placed the pipe back against the wall and found a loose brick, pulling it free and tapping a code into the keypad hidden underneath. There was a buzz and the door popped open slightly. "Any questions?"