For a long moment Red X made no comment, and instead turned back to the counter or stove where he was cooking. Raven however could feel an unusual air about the man, but decided against questioning the thief.
"Last night...you could've died, Raven, if I hadn't found you when I did." He breached the silence once more, with a much more somber tone. "You need to be more careful." Raven didn't like the edge his voice had taken on, if she didn't know better she might say it sounded as if the thief cared for her safety.
Says the man who takes idiotic risks on a daily basis." The demoness retorted, in part to divert the odd conversation to something a bit more... normal. She could practically feel the frown he sent her way.
"Raven please. I have no desire to see you killed." He continued, his voice, even masked as it was held strong feeling and it was all Raven could manage to look away, the fact she couldn't even see him aside. A hand grabbed her by the chin and repositioned her face once more towards the thief. As she exhaled she could feel her breath return and knew the man's face was a mere few inches from her own.
"Promise me." The demoness paused a moment, before jerking herself from her momentary stupor. She scowled.
"I do not make promises I do not intend to keep, nor," She continued icily, "Do I make promises to the likes of you." Making sure to keep an even tone.
"Isn't that in your little villains rule book as well?" He was quiet a moment, until the whistle of the kettle tore through the silence. As he stood straight, which she could figure only by the light rustling of his cloak. He let out a small, humorless chuckle, which was morphed into an eerie sound, causing a shudder to run down her spine.
"I suspect you are correct, now milady, if you will allow I would like to prepare your tea." The brazen man deftly closed the discussion while the sorceress simply sat looking in the general direction of the man, listening to his movements, trying to discern his actions. After he had gone through the motions she so commonly did a china class was placed before her with a faint clatter.
As she held the warm glass between her hands the man returned to his earlier task. Soon the kitchen filled with the smells of a used kitchen, and only then did the half demon realize how hungry she was. Not much longer and a plate was set carefully before her.
"Bacon, eggs, and waffles; I hope they are all to your liking?" The chef offhandedly asked, sounding as if he already knew the answer. Raven knew it was best not to wonder how a theif would come to know a hero's personal preferences, and instead gave a nod as she began feeling around for the fork. A hand fell atop hers, halting its movement. She growled and controlled the urge to break the offending object, seeing no favorable outcome in doing so.
"Don't even-" Raven began but stopped as a strip of bacon was skillfully shoved into her mouth.
"No complaining." This infuriating savor cut in, "How can you except to eat when you can't see where it is?" H was right, of course, she'd even go so far as to admit. However, she refused to allow someone to feed her like a child. Instead of replying she began eating what what she could, even if it only consisted of what had been shoved so ungraciously into her mouth. As she did so the ignored the thief, while still feeling his eyes as they rested lazily upon her.
It wasn't much longer before she was once again at a loss, attainable food gone and a long way to go. From her right the man released a sigh, undeniable the effect of her refusal to cooperate. The sorceress then heard the scuffling of an item – her fork – being picked up. Raven analyzed the man's movement in an attempt to figure where exactly he was, intend on knocking his lights out if he so much as even though about making an attempt at feeding her.
It came as a surprise when Raven's fork was smoothly slipped into her hand, before moved across her plate. Once she'd gotten a forkful the thief then returned to his own meal, leaving her to feed herself. Throughout the rest of their meal this was the method utilized, allowing the violet haired girl to eat while retaining whatever dignity she hadn't lost the night before. After the pair had finished, the demoness propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her palms as the thief put the dishes in the sink. Raven sighed, here she was, the only Titan left in Jump, and depending on the support of Jump's most notorious thief. Another sigh. With no way to contact her team it went without saying she had worked herself into quite the dilemma. Only it didn't seem to end there.
Raven was caught completely by surprise as she was suddenly tackled to the ground, feeling all three feet between her and the ground as she crashed into the ground. Simultaneously a gunshot rang out, along with the shattering sound of glass as the bullet sped through one of the Titans' large windows.
"Stay down!" X warned, as if getting up was even a possibility, since his body still lay over hers, acting as a shield. After the thief was sure the attack would not continue he picked himself up. Giving no chance for refusal he gathered Raven off the floor, and holding her in his arms rushed from the kitchen into the living room, calm as if he'd been expecting the attack.
"What are you doing?" Raven demanded, before insisting she be put down. His sigh of frustration was quite audible.
"Now would not be the time, Sunshine, we're being shot at. Or rather, you are." With no retort Raven was left to wonder who would be behind the attack. Her first conclusion was likely correct; someone wanted payback for last night.
"Where are we going, then?" She wanted to know, confident there would be no need to give the thief – who had probably memorized the tower's blue prints – directions of any kind. With a silent chuckle he answered.
"My place."