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There were a lot of benefits to patrolling around areas of Destiny City that one didn't usually hit, but the biggest one he'd found was the chance of meeting new people! Regardless of the affiliation, as long as no one ended up hurt or dead Aegir would consider it time well spent (youma were the exclusion, he was all about dusting youma when encountered - they were creepy as hell).

Methone might enjoy an extended aura reading range as a super senshi, but Aegir wasn't quite there (yet) so while he was bopping around making sure nothing horrible was going on in his city, he could only sense those close by. It didn't trouble him much because when another powered individual came closer to him he could tell.

And then be excited and try to meet up with them - because he really was like a puppy (and because he was trying to keep busy until he got a note from his boy friend. Ex. Whatever).

It was odd, the way there was another energy signal outthere but that kept...moving about, almost as thought it didn't want to meet. Which Aegir figured out quickly enough that he wouldn't feel too embarrassed if the other senshi came close enough to talk about it.

So instead of bouncing around or running he slowed to brisk walking and waited. When Methone dropped in beside him he bit back a surprised sound, but did smile. "Hi and yeah, I tend to work alone most nights. The name's Aegir, by the way."

Methone? It...sounded kind of familiar, but not in any way the curly-haired menshi could quickly discern. And then she winked at him and he found him smile expanding, teeth glinting in the low lighting of space and stars and streetlamps. "Nice to meet you, Methone." He would have offered to shake her hand but she was fiddling with her phone and -- was she googling him?

She was.

"Hmm? Oh, yep. Sure am. Silence. My sphere is Silence. Northern lights sound pretty could, you could do so much worse...like sporks?" Actually, he wasn't certain that senshi could even have such odd spheres as sporks or wallpaper or even say...paperclips. It was probably for the best he didn't contemplate those things.

"Five hours? Sheesh, you should heading home or something by now." He pushed a gloved hand through his unruly hair and whistled a bit, "But if you want company for a bit...maybe we can compare notes or something. I've actually met quite a few other uh, Saturnians? Knights of Saturn, at least. You're the first Senshi I've met related to Saturn though."

He really did enjoy meeting up with other Saturn!bros - regardless of gender or even faction - and chatting with a cute girl wasn't necessarily a hardship.

"Me either, honestly. But I guess that's what happens when you're busy dusting youma and saving the day, right?" And that was when one wasn't talking about trying to also have a proper civilian life, like he was. Kind of hard to worry about the mythology and/or potential 'comrades in arms' when one was spending almost every waking hour active and engaged.

"I actually haven't, but I plan to sometime soon. Not sure what I'll find there, but I can let you know if you like?" Flirting came like breathing to Aegir; he did it without thinking, he did it with thinking, and he absolutely didn't mind when he was being flirted with - not one bit. "If you wanted, I could maybe go with you to yours? It can be kind of intimidating to go alone. We have no idea what's out there, waiting for us upon arrival." Personally, he was taking Thraen, if possible.

"Yep! So if you ever need a barking dog quieted, give me a call." She seemed so nice, the blond found himself having a hard time not smiling at her or winking and being flirty. "I'm sure you're not just pretty, but also pretty good at fighting. Bright feathers hiding bad-a**." Methone's touch on his cheek didn't cause his smile to falter at all, he just allowed the contact and even thanked her. "My hair's a mess, I should get it cut. Thanks."

He thought a moment about that, "I've met a handful of Saturn knights, like Mont Blonc and Ploutonion. And now you, of course. Most of the other senshi I've met I don't really know where their home-worlds lie or anything. Like Thraen or Castor. I've also met some of the Dark Mirror senshi and I really have no idea about them."

"What about you?"

Aegir's expression was one of amusement and also understanding. It was often easier to deal with the ins and outs of their lives as warriors, as defenders and protectors, when one could slack off sometimes with the help of another's dedication. Also, higher levels meant less effort spent on some things, didn't it? Not that he would know the difference. Nor would he have considered Methone lazy - just practical. He was nice like that. "I'm sure you do just fine when you have to."

"I'll remember. If it's safe enough, you're more than welcome to come see for yourself." Her continued penchant for calling him 'Handsome' was starting to put a slight tint of pink to his cheeks, though it wasn't from embarrassment. Whatever he might have said to reassure Methone about the odds of her homeworld being horrifically unsafe became as dust over her commentary about dancing. Instead, his smile brightened and his shoulders bunched like an excited child's might when presented with an idea they really liked, "So...I take it you like dancing? Me too." Aegir was pretty sure he would have said yes to whatever she was sort-of-but-not-really asking, only she gave him no chance before snapping a photo.

Not that he minded. Nor did he mind when the pretty, dark-haired senshi wound herself to him, toying with his unruly mop of slightly too-long curls. And the gentle barb about people liking something to tug made him think about Bjorn, putting an edge to the ever-present ache that accompanied such thoughts. She didn't give him more than the span of seconds to dwell, however, before she was asking if he were innocent. "Not in the slightest." And certainly not for years by this point. Aegir was grinning again, one arm going loosely around her waist, light but solid but without any untoward weight that might speak of possession or property.

She was not his and even if he might one day find that laid out as an attractive offer to them both, he was in no shape for it now. But flirting? Being gently teased and touched like he was wanted? Innocent enough and so needed.

Methone was a woman that knew her own mind, that flirted as well as he did. If she wanted to come into his space with body language offering that he could reciprocate some, that was all well and good - he was not unfamiliar with such things - but he would be damned if he got heavy-handed. They had just met. He didn't know her rules, but he was feeling them out. At the very least, it felt wonderful to be so close to another person; human contact was something he needed, always, and he reveled in it.

"I interrupted a Lieutenant trying to steal Ploution's star seed." Aegir would not, however, mention that he'd known the knight before...or how badly that whole thing had gone. Not because it might cause him embarrassment but more for Plou's sake. Mostly. His meeting with Mont Blanc had been slightly less intense, though one could not say it had been completely without trouble...it seemed to follow Aegir, or he it. Either way, he was never sorry to have had the chance to meet/make a new friend,

"I think you might be right. I've found myself being drawn places when on patrol...and here you are."

"That's...amazing. I'd love to see you dance, sometime." He wanted to tell her to come by the Theater sometime, but he was still sort of wary about giving away the keys to his civilian identity...even to someone like Methone who seemed entirely trustworthy. And friendly! "I think I'm the first in my family, but it's definitely my passion."

Methone was all but purring against his ear and the hot brush of her breath made him shiver almost as much as her suggestive turns of phrase. "I don't mind." As a matter of fact, he had a t-shirt that said something to that effect. "I mean, you're certainly welcome to keep petting me. I'm friendly." Aegir was going to leave the whole 'innocence' thing alone, it seemed unsafe territory - but not because of anything she'd said or done.

He just couldn't trust himself to not dwell...and he wanted badly to just enjoy her continued presence and easy affection.

"Yeah, they're pretty rough on us. But that's what patrolling is for, right?" The blond allowed his cheek to rest against hers for a moment, the warmth from the female senshi seeping into his bones. "If you ever see a wild-looking guy with red tattoos on his face...run. He's bad news. Or a girl wearing an Indian costume with a totem pole for a bat." Why not share? No reason.

"Impossible, there's always room for a healthy ego," Aegir grinned wickedly and winked at her, "Even around Castor." Who he thought was an awesome guy, by the fond tone of his voice even whilst teasing. "Besides, I'm sure he'd happily give way for a beauty like you."

Maybe she was, but Colin knew a lot of dancers that were built the same - maybe not so many ballerinas but as long as she was passionate about things, who the ******** had the right to try keeping her from doing it? Besides, he could have paired with her! He was more than strong enough, despite not being a massively muscular sort.

"Yeah, that's an idea." Or..he could just...take a leap of faith. Because she knew Castor and he got a good feeling from Methone, the blond made up his mind and spoke softly. "Or I could just tell you to come see me at the Destiny City Ballet Company. I'm there every day but Sunday. Only guy with hair like this, can't miss me." He didn't expect to have her reciprocate, but he was willing to put himself out there.

"The bat is actually really neat looking, but it also packs one hell of a wallop."

Well now, he had a better idea about how close Methone and Castor were...and honestly? It made him happy. For both of them. The Prince of Hail deserved to be close to someone like Methone...he needed good, caring people to help support him now that he was back. "He helped train me, when I first awakened." Aegir half closed his eyes, liking the feel of her hands on his cheeks. It reminded him of Bjorn. With a bit of a laugh and a mental shove at his brain, he chuckled a bit. "Threw a monster at me. Literally."

Ah yes, patrol. "I think I probably should. It's been a long day." Aegir was reluctant to leave such a warm and friendly person, but he knew that he should complete his nightly sadness mission, get home and get some rest before work the next day.