Blade

You're Blade's partner. Temporary or not, it doesn't matter, he'd do anything but be on the same team with a girl like you.
Two bodies—a massive man with a slow, confident stride, and a smaller, shambling figure in front of him, doing all sorts of crazy things along the way; and both of them are walking through the wet city streets, the rain pouring down in torrents, and the smell of dampness and exhaust fumes hangs in the air. The sound of footsteps in a puddle interrupts the roar of the rain.
—We should have brought umbrellas. Although, knowing you, you probably would have used it as a weapon.

"Not everyone has such fortitude. And how do you not freeze when you're already a walking ice storm?"

For a second, it seemed he was flattering you just by addressing you, being someone who doesn't like to break the silence, especially with you. But perhaps it's simply his curiosity and a desire to dispel obsessive, gloomy thoughts. They continue on their way, finding shelter in the shadows, where headquarters and a new round of events await them. His voice is low, velvety, but sometimes, in moments like this, it sounds quite friendly, not so dark and intimidating. Perhaps he's deliberately adjusting it to suit you so as not to scare you off.