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Natrolite was roaming around aimlessly jumping from rooftop to rooftop and landing hazardously on each edge. Finally he stopped at a large warehouse type building and stood on the ledge. Walking along it with a hiccup as foot crossed in front of foot. The lieutenant wasn't buzzed but in a good mood from a few beers. Enough to have the man distracted and not noticing the signature close to him.

With a laugh a half full beer can was launched to the alley. On impact it exploded in a spray coating a homeless man that had been asleep near where it had landed. Direct hit! Natrolite plopped down to sit on the edge of the building, kicking his feet happily.

Nice night out?

A voice came, then the signature registered and Natrolite cast a look over shoulder. Eyeing the man with a hint of amusement, "culd be...if yew intend ta do a little dance fer me?" There was no movement at the moment but he was watching for signs of this going south. Not that he would mind, just at this very moment fighting wasn't a good idea because of the ledge he was on.

Slowly Natrolite started to get up, hands going up in mock as he purred, "dun't shoot...M'being peaceful lil white moon." Natrolite laughed bitterly as he turned now standing on the ledge where moments before he had sat. Eyes peering around the rooftop for a weapon already.

Natrolite's lips peeled into a wide smirk for the reply, it was nice to meet one of this assholes with a sense of humor. "Aww bay bay, we can dirty dance ets'arite I won't tell." A chuckle and he stepped down from the ledge and moved a slow few steps towards the other. Nothing was on the roof with them aside from crumbling pieces of brick but that wouldn't be much of a weapon now would it. A stretch and he moved a hand to dig in ear oh so attractively.

"Thas jus cause yew aint met tha rite one yet sweetcheeks." The blue eyed man gave a wink, then put out a hand. "Natrolite, and yew?" There was a clear mischief to eye as the man waited to see if his hand was taken.

"Now ah dun know bout tha, being immobile has ets uses.." The man purred thickly to the comeback. It was clear the guy likely didn't trash talk often let alone do the banter bit. Natrolite himself got tickled in doing it, liking how riled up he could get people with a few well placed insults or flirts. It was always so much funner to get them blushing and stumbling before the strike.

It was the fun of it, the thrill.

Exactly what Natrolite loved, that moment of power over another.

The moment Erebus gave him when hands met. Natrolite's fingers curled tight around the hand for a shake. Lips spreading into a crooked smirk for the previous question. They both knew the answer, as it was so obviously a no. But then again Erebus was the bad guy here wasn't he, Natrolite was like a grey superhero in this mess.

But he was asking for it so the hand holding Erebus tightened and the opposite went up swiftly towards Erebus' face.

"Well yew aint a disappointing partner!" Natrolite laughed loudly as the fist was easily dodged by the other. Damn. But this gave him a good idea on what to expect, which was speed. Jerked Natrolite did a little hop step to try to keep on balance. But when he realized it wasn't likely working, he let body drop, dead weight for the hand he was still holding.

As back hit the ground a foot kicked up towards the other man.

Just the satisfaction that the foot actually hit was enough to put a smirk on Natrolites face. Erebus moved back swiftly and summoned weapon, blue eyes narrowed in on it and Natrolite's hands hit ground pushing against it to roll him. But it was a slow attempt to get up off the ground, the oar struck and Natrolite howled out in pain. "********, aint yew ever heard not'ta step on yer partners toes?" The lieutenant's leg was on fire in pain, then something worrisome happened when he noticed it was hard to move leg, that wasn't good.

Rolling back over to back, Natrolite played bait, hissing and pulling his leg up to hold. Stormy eyes narrowing in on the other and watching him, waiting like the snake he was on the ground. Waiting for another moment to strike.

Well that plan fell through, blues watched in mild amusement as the guy backed away instead of going in for the kill. Why? Natrolite didn't understand considering there was a clear power difference, but it didn't matter. Palms hit the ground and he pushed up, starting to circle the other, "tha's ok sugar...let's try again!" The agent rushed again, a glutton for punishment.