<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"You can't stay here."  Nicholas looked up at her, water, thin lines of water still dripping down his face.  He didn't bother to wipe at it; they were both so drenched it wouldn't have made much difference.  Lynia only dropped her hand to glare at him, and he knew that she was on the edge now.  Probably regretted calling him.  He couldn't even blame her as all he felt he'd accomplished so far was to exacerbate the situation.<br/><br/>It didn't change the fact that they'd created an energy spike here, the two of them, together, and that meant that others would notice.  A hotel room was not shielded, and while that might not ordinarily matter, right now it well could.  "You don't have a fresh clothes here."  Again, not a question.  He didn't have to ask; Lynia never carried anything with her that would encumber her movement.  That usually meant no bags.<br/><br/>Nicholas walked over to her side and offered her a hand that (as expected) she only sneered at.  "I know a place where we can get cleaned up and have a warm meal."  He didn't mention the fact that she hadn't eaten all day.  They both knew better than to bring it up, given her penchant for forgetting to fuel her body while she was... working.  People like them simply couldn't go without the fuel.  Their bodies consumed it far too quickly.  Lynia responded with a low, disturbinglin animal growl. But after a few moments, she stood anyway.<br/><br/>"Fine."  The muttered words were enough, and she made a  point to slap his hand away before striding past him to the door.</span>