He jumps up and covers himself with his wings, still embarrassed, as she enters onto the balcony with him.  Studying her for a moment, his ears perk up as he notices she is dripping wet, her exquisite form behind little more than a layer of fabric.  Gulping, he thinks of what to say to her, but she begins talking first.  “An invitation… would be nice,” is all he manages to say, he’s too busy getting lost in her eyes.  Stepping closer to her, he knows that she is cold and that they could simply go inside, but something compels him further.  Are we sharing the same feelings?  Matching her breathing, he smiles at her beautiful face as he spreads his wings.  Hopefully no one would notice this; fortunately it was stormy and dark.  Taking her hands, he spreads his wings around them both, shielding her from the elements.  Pulling her in closer, he steals a kiss, allowing his instincts rather than reason to take control.