Once outside he grinned and shrugged the jacket he had on tighter around his form. He despised this weather more then he despised his thrice cursed brother. With a smile he leaned forward, to wipe the blood of her lips. "Hard to miss darlin', especially not in that."
With a grin that showed what he had in mind he stepped forward, closer to the girl. He had priorities. "As often as I can. Bit of Chaos now and then is good for the soul, don't you think?"