Cole quirked a brow as she accused<i>him </i>of getting<i>her </i>into trouble tonight?! There was genuine confusion mixed with indignation that flashed across his features, but it was tempered by something else... acceptance. The way he saw it, she was either right, and he needed to try and help fix it, or she was wrong and her lashing out was purely out of the stress brought on by the new found threat, presumably to her people if he had to guess. It would also explain her secretive nature all night, and her sense of duty and obligation which she had been wrestling with. It was those chains of duty to one's clan that completely flipped how he saw her, and as more of the puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place in his mind, it only further painted a picture of a woman he respected... admired..  He was lost in his thoughts and the sensation of her body pressed so firmly to his own when suddenly her words caught up with his mind, albeit a second later than usual. She'd notice that. He<i>certainly </i>noticed it, and deep down there were alarms of confusion over exactly what the hell just took place in what was supposed to have been a regimented and controlled mind. He responded with the corner of his mouth twitching into a hint of a smirk, "That seems like wishful thinking, and that's coming from a Djinn who<i>grants </i>wishes..."<br/><br/>What the hell was<i>that</i>?! His mind screamed in dismay at him. He hated when people make jokes about Djinn and granting wishes. He had to explain all of the myths around wish granting hundreds of times until it became pulling teeth for him. So why the hell was he joking about it now??<i>And to her??!<br/>
</i><br/>He attempted to shake the thoughts off and cleared his throat, "..Of course, I'll be respectful your people's traditions and customs. Discretion is, as you know, part of my nature."<br/><br/>Feeling her form lift and then press back down on his own caused his pulse to quicken ever so slightly, and though he held onto her from necessity of the bike tearing out of the alley on only the rear wheel, his touch wasn't entirely motivated by safety. Pressed as he was, his scent was easier to define now. A combination of the make-up he had used as well as the faint smell of eastern sweet spices. The make-up itself was at least stubborn enough that it didn't rub off on her jacket, but during their ride out the reservation, some of it might end up on the nape of her neck. Transferred at some unknown point where, unconsciously, he had rested his face beside her own. He spoke up during the ride, "So, are you the only one among your tribe which has Darksider gifts?"