He was sweet; much too kind perhaps for his own good, though she was sure he could hold his own in a fight if he needed to fend off a predator. Right now the only threat to him was a dangerous song bird, who had no intention of hurting him--yet. And he was clearly happy to have her in his arms. She could feel his emotions pressed against her fishnet thigh. Would she find out by the end of the night just how excited he was out of his... Nightsuit?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Did anyone ever tell you what a gentleman you are?"</span>Black Canary whispered softly, her pillowy lips a hair's breath from his own supple mouth. She lowered her lashes, thick sooty fans brushing bruised alabaster cheekbones as they fluttered. She allowed her ice blue orbs to linger on his lips before she glanced back up to make eye contact with Nightwing.<br/><br/>She shook herself mentally then. She was losing sight of her goal, thinking such primal thoughts of her male companion. She needed to concentrate on Wildcat and what she owed him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I would appreciate that," </span>she added then, finally pulling away enough to slip on her bomber jacket.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "Thanks again." </span><br/><br/>Once she was dressed, Dinah followed Nightwing to his bike and accepted the helmet he handed her to snap it in place. She gave him the motel name as she climbed aboard, wrapping her slender arms around his trim waist and snuggling against his back. Her chest was once again pressed against his body, but this time she didn't pull away.