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One day Richterite would do the intelligent thing. He would take a late night stroll through a quiet area as Rikard Colby as opposed to making use of his powered persona for the added thrill and enhancement. That day was not today. That night was not tonight. It was far too nice to not worry about the crisp, cold air as Chaos kept him warm.

Besides, as nice as it was to not worry about being randomly attacked, there was also less of a chance that someone would approach him and he would get a conversation out of just being himself. "Sad day, when your alter ego is more interesting than you are," he murmured, puffing out a warm breath of air to form a cloud in front of him.

He pulled on the pair of gloves that he had set out before powering up, keeping his hands just a bit warmer as he wandered out into the night. He started on the rooftops, boots sliding across the snow until he finally descended down. He had somehow found himself near the area that had been closed off and turned into an ice skating rink for the season. Everyone had gone home long ago, but that didn't mean he couldn't take a seat on a bench after dusting off some of the white powder to enjoy the view.

And so he did, taking a seat to enjoy one of the few parts of town where you could still see the stars in the sky despite all of the city lights.

He glanced up, tilting his head just enough to catch a better glimpse of the senshi before flashing her a grin. "I was, although this one is nice too. It's certainly brighter and a bit more like spring than dismal grey and dark as night." He made a vague gesture at her attire to go along with his terrible line before tilting his head back to the sky.

"It's hard to see the stars for what they are when there's so much going on in the city. Too many people, too many lights. Not enough this." He held his hand up to motion at the thousands of twinkling specks in the sky. "Wouldn't you agree?"

His laughter was warmer than he would have given himself credit for on most days, lacking a lot of the bitterness that he generally carried along with him. It was likely due to just how cross she seemed; blunt and sarcastic, it was almost like having a friendly chat with Fayalite again. The nostalgia made him smile.

It also left an aching feel in his chest again.

"Haven't been there before myself, but I've heard a number of other officers make comments about the Surrounding. Heard that whole thing was a cluster. Pretty glad I missed it, honestly." He snorted softly, shaking his head slowly before flashing her a light smirk.

"Sometimes the lines work. Others? Not so much. Depends on the night."

"So why would I want to go to a place, any place, that was all destruction and ruins when I could sit back here and admire the view without leaving my own back yard?" His brow quirked and after a moment he shifted so that he was taking up less of the bench, leaving a bit of space for her to take a seat beside him if she chose to do so.

"It worked enough to get you talking, didn't it? Not everyone uses lines to actually pick someone up. Every now and then it's just a way to get conversation starting. It throws people off; isn't what they're expecting." He tried not to be what most people expected. It made things more interesting in the long run, even if interesting meant potentially dangerous.

He smirked, glancing back over at her again. "The moon's out tonight. Not full, but out enough that there's some light, and with everything else reflecting off of the snow? I can see enough of the colors that you're wearing to know that they're a lot brighter and warmer than mine. Now as for how warm your outfit might be... That's another story."

The Captain laughed, feeling it all the way in his sides until he coughed to bring it to a stop. "No," he chuckled again, unable to stop himself, "I'm not going to suggest something like that. Firecracker like you? I'd probably just be asking for trouble anyways." Her sharp responses and overall demeanor also reminded him far too much of a raven haired friend that he had fallen out of touch with.

"I don't have any sort of need to be anything other than myself this evening. Richterite, by the way. Captain rank, if it matters while neither of us are throwing threats. At least I hope nothing that I've said so far has come off as a threat. You seem capable enough of defending yourself if it has. Sharp tongue, at least."

"I can't ever tell just by looking. Not usually, at least." He shook his head slowly as he patted the bench beside him, just in case she wanted to help herself to a seat. "Mind you, I don't usually have to either. Someone's always shouting something about senshi of this or that before throwing an attack my way."

The way he made light of the situation made it seem as though he didn't really take it all seriously, although his tone wasn't entirely lighthearted. He knew that there was a very fine line that he toed between 'cordial' and 'friendly enough to get him in trouble'.

"Good thing neither of us wants to fight the other tonight, then, right? I'll figure out what your sphere is another time... Unless you like guessing games, in which case I could probably try." He flashed her another grin.

"Fine, fine. For you I'll give it a guess." A soft smirk touched his lips as he shifted to get a better look at her, taking in the aspects of her outfit that he could make out in the moonlight.

"Spring would be too easy. Not quite the right colors for Summer. I'd guess Swamps, but I don't think there's enough green. Nice blue bow, though. Really do like that color." He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Am I anywhere close?"

"I try not to go for the obvious right from the start." Laughter lingered in the corners of his eyes, smirk still on his lips. As she directed his attention to her bow he let his eyes wander down to see if he could make out the detailing.

"Bees wouldn't make much sense, not with your colors at least. If a Senshi of Bees wasn't black and yellow I would be highly disappointed," he pondered aloud, tapping one finger against his lips before dropping his hand back down to his knee. "Butterfly? Wait --" He leaned back, taking a good look at her once more. Water lilies. She mentioned that her sphere liked flowers and the only flower he could see clearly on her were water lilies.

What insect spent time around places with water lilies?

"Dragonfly?"