"Uh. Whoops?" Rylie blinked a few times as her icy wind turned out to be more effective than she'd anticipated.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'd appreciate it if you didn't freeze me solid to the bones next time."</span><br/><br/>"Well you did say something that wouldn't shatter, so..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> And don't think I didn't see you blush deeper either. I kno-"</span><br/><br/>Rylie clapped her hands over her cheeks, "It's from the cold! I'm not blushing!" She stared at him as he gave a report of what was happening.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not good... I knew that damned butler was trouble, ever since he tried to get me to wear that cocktail dress down to dinner.</span><br/><br/>Emily rushed to Raphael, apparently already accustomed to this. Rylie had to admit, she was pretty proud of how her friend was taking things in stride. She walked up to Kratos and gingerly put her hands on his shoulders, "Don't drop me. I'm fragile, you know?" she teased, "And, considering what we know now, I think they'd shoot me for a few more reasons than just harboring you."