"You asshole, you-" accurate. Dante would not of faulted her for calling him worse then that. If anything he seemed to revel in the chaos he caused.

The air wooshed past them as Kyra and Dante fell together, it was three stories until Dante's back made contact with the ridged tiles of a lower roof. [i]chit chit chit[/i] they rolled and slid down the slope towards a fall no normal human could survive unscathed. The tiles cracked and shattered around them as he skidded to a stop just before the plummet. He'd shielded her the whole way, and now both of them teetered on the precipice of a very, very long drop.

Dante relaxed his arms from around her which had protected her from harm and peered down at her amusedly. He wasn't going to let her go right away. It was no accident they had come to a stop with her resting against his chest on top of him. [i]of course.[/i] it was completely for her own safety.

[b]“I don't want to fall for you.”[/b] she said. The grin on his face hardened into a thin line and his eyes darkened. He searched her eyes, looking for any sign that his influence was starting to work on her.

He found none.

There was a long silence.

"What are you?" he demanded, pushing himself up to seating with her on his lap. A tile slid off the end of the roof and plummetted to the floor with a pause and then a [i]smash[/i].

His arms around her waist squeezed tighter, though it was unclear if he realised it or whether he was just... annoyed? mad? There seeemed more to it then that.

"Who sent you? Who've you been talking to?" He was looking her up and down then, his gaze caressing her body as if searching for something he couldn't seem to find.