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There were certainly some pleasant surprises in her life thus far. Like how well she hit it off with Beringia without the friction of being Stillwaterite. That first night the knight had picked her up had been fun. Surprising, but fun. He wasn't kidding about showing up when she was in trouble, because he had found her again and delivered her to another job drop off safely. That's when she made a request of him, on a whim for the reason of why not, before they parted ways that one evening.

Hang out with her for a bit on the night of Halloween. Not all night. She understood he'd want to patrol, after all, it was a night many would be out in full force, but just for a bit. It'd be fun. She'd dress up in costume too, to match, and she did.

Knot stood outside the wrought iron gates of one of the oldest cemeteries in Destiny City, waiting and in costume. She picked the place for a few reasons. One, it was spooky, fitting the fact it was Halloween, two, it was only populated by dead people, and thus, three, the odds of another signature coming to mess with the knight were slim. It was a good set up, she thought.

Knot couldn't help but laugh at the comment.

"Wow." She replied, grinning lightly from laughing, still. "First, I make this tent look good, and second, if you want to enter and see the show in it, you're more than welcome to." She winked, but then turned, starting a leisurely pace to take them through the sprawling cemetery grounds on the path. "Third, look, we're matching. We're both in the ballet now."

Knot blinked as she felt the warmth of his gloved hand, and her brows lifting slightly as he turned her. Once again, it was rare for people to be able to do that to her. To move her effortlessly.

"I suppose." She replied. "You didn't dance last time though. Just lept." She paused for a moment. "Please don't throw me. I'm not sure I'll land nicely on my feet---oh." Knot gasped in surprise as he dipped her, and her free hand came up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him. Once again, there came the stupid butterflies at such a knightly display, and after a moment she laughed, delighted.

"It's Halloween." Knot answered. "Seemed like an appropriate setting." She looked at him, and her eyes were bright with knowing. "Plus, in a place like this, we're less likely to run into, you know...terrorists." The fingers resting on the back of his neck slid up to touch the skin above his collar. "Auras are a pain. If you have a better place in mind, then by all means, I'm game."

"No, you're right." Knot replied, fingers now sliding through his buzzed hair. "You soar, and it's far more amazing than a ballerina." She just smiled. "Oh yes, I'm sure they would. Another reason I chose the cemetery was because I was hoping we could catch some kids getting frisky and bust them." She teased. "Since you're all about stopping the no-good doers."

His grip tightening on her was somewhat thrilling, and for a brief moment, she wished she could...just be honest. Truly honest. Not the kind that was half truths. That was a dangerous thought to have. It was one thing to skirt the line with civilians, but another to want to just say it to the knight. That she was Stillwaterite, and there was something more between them than...these fun runs through the city.

She knew she should be more careful about what information she had but...to an extent, she just didn't care to be too uptight. She knew she could trust him. It was weird, but she knew she could. A gut feeling. Something Dallas said was good to trust, too.

"Yes and no." She replied in regards to the war question. "I know about auras because I got friends all across the board." Knot answered. It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the full truth either. It was honest though. "It's also good to be in the know with the kind of work I do in this city, hm?"

Something about that superhero comparison nagged at her, and before she could process the thought completely, she said it: "I thought you were the Winter Solider." Saying it out loud made her jolt inwardly. This thought had sprung up randomly, like she had it in mind before, like they had this conversation before---

"You know..." She continued. "Cool. Collected. Reserved. A solider...Russian made." Knot trailed off for a moment. "But I like the Superman comparison. The justice part is very fitting." And the Winter Solider was brainwashed, anyways---

Sounded like someone she knew...

"I still find it funny that you're all about that justice, Brr, but hang out with me." Her eyes danced with mirth as she looked at him, following his lead with ease. "Do you find dancing with a law breaker thrilling? Is it the whole cliched opposites attract thing?"

She smiled at the comment. "Oh, it is. Grandma is just into some hardcore business, and I'm a dutiful and devoted grand-daughter." Her smile widened. "No~" She replied. "No lies between us. Just jokes and half truths."

She was looking at him as his gaze cut sharply to her. It seemed he was jolted, too, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do with that tidbit.

Made by monsters? Oh, how painfully accurate that was.

"That's fair." She replied. "You can be Superman then." Knot tilted her head curiously. "Oh? Who's justice does it come to, then, when you disagree with the law?" She was genuinely curious, and at the comment a corner of her lips pulled up into a half-smirk of her own. "That's so sweet of you, Brr, to protect everyone else from me." She winked. "Because I am the trouble, and I'm so touched. Are you catching feelings there? For little ol' me?" She teased, eyes creasing with amusement, and the woman then couldn't help but laugh.

So forward. So bold.

"Yes." She replied. "You could say the level of attraction is magnetic." Just like his magic, that she had once been on the receiving end as Still. "Oh, she's very proud. Brags to all her bingo friends about me like grandmas do."

Knot let that one hang in the air for a moment. "...Like a seal laying on ice." She repeated, slowly, eyeing him dubiously for a moment before shaking her head. "No. I'm a killer whale beneath the ice." She smiled a bit, and it wasn't wrong.

It was funny, but the friendly rejection was a relief. Physical attraction was great and all, and even though Sergei said he wouldn't be exclusive, which meant she didn't have to be...she found that she didn't want to stray. This friendship, yes, she could call it that, she treasured. Getting to know the knight without having the friction of being Still...though now she couldn't help but wonder if she tried to approach him differently as the corrupt, if it would have a different outcome...

Something to pursue another time.

"You know, I'm actually relieved." Knot smiled in return, even as he let her go. She laughed, straightening herself and smoothing out the dress. "Sounds dreadful. You have my sympathy." She replied in regards to the women who complicated matters for him, and couldn't help but wonder who, exactly. "No, actually, grandma hates them, and threatens to paddle me every time." Knot trailed off for a moment, casting her eyes over the graveyard. She hummed a bit as she reached down the front of her dress to grab her phone and check the time.

She had other plans tonight after all. Had to go do some trick or treating with Machine and Bus, and she knew the knight probably wanted to get on with patrolling on his own. Knot let go of her phone, letting it disappear back down the front of the dress, and focused back on the knight. "Thanks for humoring me out of the blue." While a tease, the sentiment was no less genuine. "I'll let you get on your way, now. I'm sure you have some justice to enforce."

A pause.

"Like making sure the kids only take one piece of candy from the bucket."