Hm.

[ There's a small rumble, and as she sinks against him he continues the small, soothing motion of his hand. Surprising, that gentleness should seem so natural here. With anyone. With her. ]

Suits you better than Azúcar. Though that's the point, isn't it? You want them to see you that way.

[ As someone sweet. Harmless. It makes it easier for her to work her way around them and find out what she needs to, and she's mentioned before what her plans are concerning the truth of what the Legion is. Who runs it, what their real goals are.

A necessary disguise for some. Yet he finds himself smirking inside of his helmet all the same, a smirk audible through the filter. ]

I don't fear the shadows.

[ He'll wade right in after her. It's the light he feels wary of now, more than ever. ]