His smile disappeared for a moment as she refused his advances, and he reluctantly drew his hand from her chest; but if he would have had a beating heart, it would most likely start beating wildly as she gripped his shirt. He arched his back, bending over a little, and placed one cold hand onto her neck, just under her hairline. "I see no reason to<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>do it in public..." he purred back, low in voice which had a slight growling undertone. There was no more smile on his face, it was disappointed, and his uneven eyes narrowed a little. He really saw no reason not to - even though it was the twenty first century, there was no one around, and what was so wrong in-<br/>He stopped his mind in wandering as a thought came to his mind. "There's a bathroom nearby if you'd like that better. Even got mirrors, so I can see you twice, hmm?" he cackled, once more grinning. At that grimace, it became evident just how wickedly sharp his canines are, the unnaturally smooth surface of his skin being more than visible. He knew fairly well that Rosalie was the same sort...<br/><br/>"Y'know, I heard Germans like wursts," he spoke then, shrugging lazily and glancing somewhere away, one hand climbing up to his hair and raking through its thick black strands. "I never tried one, I wouldn't know."<br/>Rude remarks were his birthright just as well.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>That... Thing. Shinobu's blood was boiling with rage and hatred, so fiery as the chasms in earth itself; she was only keeping herself stable by sheer willpower, the wish to fulfill her duty and prove herself responsible. It was the only glue that held her composure. And it must have been a rather strong one, for she had remained as silent as a shadow as she weaved between the cars, not making any more sound than what her boots thudded against the asphalt. She ran as fast as she could towards the car, the dispatch wasn't even needed. Yet...<br/>...Her pride was wounded by the failure. She couldn't blame it on Yumi, even though it was definitely impossible to kill a ghoul with this sort of weapon. No, it was her fault for not preparing better.<br/><br/>Their car was already nearby as she raced towards it, ignoring the rain that was slowly stopping, and the cars that surrounded her alike. She was the first one there... They'd be replaced by the back-up now, and anyway, she was probably far too flustered and emotional to continue working. She couldn't allow herself to risk more failures simply because of pride. Duty was above pride.<br/><br/>And she kept that on her mind as she finally slowed down, approaching the car, though not yet laying the gun down. She'd wait for Colla to arrive, at least that; if not Yumi, then at least Colla. There, beside the car's side she stood, waiting.