"Ladybug, you're an angel," he whispered.

She had just finished patching him up after a recent fight. He had gotten roughed up a little more than he would have liked to have admitted. For the sake of his identity, he couldn't go to a hospital for treatment. At least it wasn't something on his face. His modeling career as Adrien would be over if that was damaged. Though, he didn't exactly like that part of his non-super hero identity. It was boring and stiff. However, it gave him an income that his father could not touch.

"And you, Chat Noir, are a devil," she scolded.

His grin was unrepentant and as wicked as the namesake of the devil. He gave his lovely partner a two fingered salute as he sat in the window sill, preparing to jump. He turned over his shoulder, giving the young woman another wicked smirk and a not-so-innocent wink. She shook her head. However, Chat's delight spread when he saw the pink tint to Ladybug's face under the mask even in the dark gloom of the night. Thoroughly pleased with himself, he was not too annoyed when his ring started to beep its alarm to let him know his time was almost up.

Chat had no doubt in his mind that she thought he was crazy. There were times where he questioned himself but he wasn't going to let that bother him. They were all a little crazy in the end. Besides, he and Ladybug dressed in spandex and fought people possessed by evil butterflies. Needless to say their entire lifestyle required a little suspension of reality. But the powers were always a perk. Especially when he got to see her blush despite her best efforts against it.

"Guilty," he said, nonchalantly.

With that, he jumped out the window and landed on the rooftop below, hurrying to find somewhere near his home that he could change back into Adrien.