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He had to have a reason to fight, that was for sure. And as it was, that reason hadn't presented itself. He hoped things stayed that way for a very long time. Carnelian held his partner closer when she turned in his arms. "How did I know you were cold? Well, in that miniskirt, I'd be surprised if you weren't!" Of course he could have said something perverted, but he held his tongue. Carnelian could think all the dirty thoughts he wanted, but was polite enough not to speak them.

The young man leaned into the kiss and smiled. "You know, darling, I've been meaning to ask you something." He pulled back slightly to look into Euclase's eyes. "Do you... really think the senshi are trying to take over the Earth? It's such a scary thought - these people from outer space trying to turn us all into slaves. Do you think we can stop them?" Worry covered his face then. If push came to shove, sure he'd do his best to defend Euclase until the very end, but would it be enough? Was his power going to be great enough to make a difference? Carnelian wasn't so sure.

Carnelian smiled at her answer. "Well, if you think we can beat them, then I think so too. Especially with you on our side." His answer was good-natured, and he truly believed she was the better half of the pair of them. If Euclase's skill was any indication, the Negaverse was lucky to have her, and Carnelian was lucky to have followed her. His cape furled in the breeze as it floated past them. Time seemed to stand still when they were together (not that Carnelian minded - he'd much rather stand around talking than having to run down someone).

He sighed when she mentioned patrolling again, and walked slowly to start the pace. "You and all this working~" he teased, brushing the hair out of his face. For some reason, it got longer whenever they powered up and he wasn't sure why. Maybe he could set up a Nega salon and do the hair of all the corrupted senshi if it became a problem. Who knows? Maybe it would become a profitable venture?

The young man crossed her arms behind his back. A quiet evening was much better than being aimed at with a magical cannon. He didn't trust senshi one bit. The best kind of senshi was the dead or corrupted (ha, that word was so amusing) kind, as long as he wasn't involved in the actual killing part. When Euclase teased him back, Carnelian turned around and leaned over. "Convince you? Oh I could convince you very easily. I just didn't want to get in trouble from Miss Workaholic." He dropped her a wink to show he was teasing.

"But if you'd like for me to convince you that we have something better to do..." Trailing off, Carnelian started a half-walking striptease, slowly unbuttoning his coat in Euclase's direction. "There, is this enough convincing for you, or shall I continue?"

"I have to try harder?"

Carnelian sputtered and briefly pondered what she could possibly mean by that. He was barechested in the middle of the street, glorious corrupted hole and everything. His coat dangled at the edges of his elbows and he stood there looking utterly scandalized. Seriously? Did she know what she was asking for? His striptease made her blush, which meant he was getting somewhere with this whole thing. Euclase taunting him further just hardened his resolve (and probably a few other things, but we'll leave that alone.)

The corrupted male trotted to keep up with her and went to pin her gently against the nearest wall. "Well dearest," he started, eyes looking up and down her form like that of a predator, "you do realize who you're taunting here? I would drop trow and ask if you can feel the love tonight in a heartbeat."

Oh, oh it was on.

It was so on and Euclase knew it. Carnelian could see it in her eyes and a devilish grin worked its way across his features. Oh he'd finish the patrol all right, and probably just the same way she imagined it. Sort of. In one quick motion, for he had done this before, he wrapped an arm around Euclase's slim waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. Her legs kicked out in front of him and she was treated to a nice pillow of velvet and a view of his rear end. No doubt she wouldn't mind that. One arm held her in place while the other sought to patrol in a different setting.

Carnelian started to walk back to his place for further investigation. "Now my dear, what shall we start with first, hmm? A lesson in anatomy? Maybe biology? Or maybe even still... fine art!" With a teasing lilt to his voice, he couldn't help but gently nibble on the skin of her upper thigh right near his face. They were awful, but Carnelian knew his girlfriend wanted it. Why else would she tease so much? At least he was a gentleman about most things, and she did look quite ravishing in that powered outfit of hers.