Cole listened to her over the wind and cars which flew past them in a chorus of light and sound. He hadn't been afraid when her maneuvers on the bike had nearly gotten them killed a dozen times over. His grip just stayed firm and his balance shifted to try and aid in her own movements. Were the situation not so dire, there would have been something enticing, even elegant, about their high speed dance through traffic. Whatever else he thought of her, Cole could not deny she was a hell of a pilot.<br/><br/>Around then, Cole's scent would take on a subtle change. Perhaps one of her enhanced senses would pick up on it, or perhaps not, but there was a shift. His smell had always been masked, either due to some unusual middle-eastern incense he burned at home, or because his own Djinn trait made his smell just as obscure as his visible form. Now, pressed close to her, and in the heat of the moment, it was almost identifiable...<br/><br/>Cole detected her form weaken slightly within his grip and he could, for the first time, really tell she was conflicted. Not about withholding information, but about what withholding that information meant for him and Ezra. Possibly more than that. She wanted to tell him the truth, and something else, be it duty or loyalty or obligation, was keeping her from doing that. Finally she spoke, “I have only campfire stories. My Elise will know more - I cannot speculate or give you misleading information. All I know is that this is a creature that has haunted my people for as long as darkness haunted the world.” Cole listened from within the helmet as she continued, “I have to speak with my Elise, she is my tribes Elder and Shaman.” She said “But first I will get you to your Mistress.” Again, Cole's grip could feel her tension, the added stress and urgency when she brought up her tribe.. her own loyalties.. She would go on to say, “Beyond getting you there I…” She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter let’s just get you there.”<br/><br/>For the first time tonight, Cole felt like he had actually met the woman. It was the most genuine she had seemed since he'd first laid eyes on her. There, on the bike with the wind and lights racing past and the future uncertain, with the oath hammering in his mind and the his own emotions thrashing against the confines of his soul, Cole's grip shifted slightly and his arm wrapped further around her waist in a gentle but firm embrace. His words were likely muffled by the helmet and the scream of the bike, but he uttered a soft "Thank you..." near her ear.<br/><br/>She was sacrificing something for him. For Ezra. She had her own oath pounding in her ears. Technically more than one if the number of totems on her bracelet were any indication. She kept secrets, yes, but now he understood that she didn't necessarily<i>want </i>to. She was just as bound as he, and being chained by duty was something Cole understood and respected. The sheer difference in how he saw her now was enough to quiet his mind in spite of everything.<br/><br/>And to think... he had been nothing but an ass to her all night.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the club, Cole almost dismounted the bike before she could bring it to a stop, not bothering to remove his helmet as he dashed to the door. He didn't care if the guards were there. There was no time for the usual 'who's there' routine. Nothing...<b>Nothing </b>would stop him from getting to his queen.