Bane nods, â€œIndeed it would be dangerous. Iâ€™ve flown in a thunderstorm before and almost got shocked.â€ He says to her. Once she was off of the couch, he gets up and stretches. He unfolds his wings, there wasnâ€™t enough room in the room to unfold them all the way, but he still could unfold them some. It felt good to still strech his wings. He wasnâ€™t that hungry, he rarely ate anything anyways.  He begins to walk around the old house, exploring it. The only sound  that was made, besides the sound of the rain hitting the window, was the sound of Baneâ€™s toe claws clicking on the wooden floor as he walked around. â€œThis place would be a nice place to live, with a little fixing up.â€ He says. A mouse runs quickly from itâ€™s hole and darts into the room. It had crawled over Baneâ€™s foot and he picked it up, petting it gently. â€œI must have scared it, itâ€™s heart is racing like crazy.â€ He says to her as he puts it down. As he put it down it runs back into itâ€™s hole quickly. He then continues to walk around the place. He opens the door and sticks his hand out into the rain. He brings back in his hand, which was cupped with rain water and drinks it. And plus the rain felt good on his skin. He went out side and stood in the rain, letting it run over him.