Ladybug laid flat on her back, with her arms and legs spread wide on the grating. The metal was still warm, but then again, everything was warm, and at least the floor of the grated observation deck allowed for some air flow. Besides, pretty much anything was better than being stuck inside the bakery. She sighed and stretched languorously, staring up at the stars.
"Out for some fresh air on this sultry evening, my lady?"
She started, and glared at Chat Noir. "This is a metal deck on a metal tower, and you wear heavy boots. How is it possible for you to sneak up on me here?"
He shrugged, and stretched out beside her, nudging her spread limbs out of his way. "Kwami magic?"
"Hmmph. This is my spot," she grumped. "Why must you invade my corner of the deck, Chaton?"
He smirked up at the sky. "Because I know that your feelings would be hurt if I didn't."
She huffed, but knew that she couldn't argue the point. They slid into a comfortable silence as they contemplated the heat, the sky, and the benefits of being a superhero.
"What would you do, if you couldn't come up here to cool off?" Ladybug asked sometime later, gesturing to vaguely to the Tower.
"I don't know. Go swimming. Cool shower. Turn the AC down."
"Oh man, air conditioning." She sighed wistfully.
"No AC at home?"
"Nope."
"So what about you? What would you be doing right now, to stay cool?"
"I'd be sleeping on my balcony, wearing as little as possible."
He jolted, and rose on his elbow to look at her face.
She was smirking.
"Tease," he said, and subsided onto the grating. "Now I'll be thinking about you in almost nothing all night."
"Turn about's fair play, Chaton. I'll be thinking about your air conditioning all night."