Shi's smirk widened at that, and his hand slipped down so that he could weave his fingers with Myu Lang's.

"Shall I entertain you for the remainder of the night?" He inquired almost teasingly -- Regardless of Myu's answer, he began to head off in the direction of an upper-middle class inn, tugging the cross-dresser along with him easily. His ponytail flipped in the wind, as the temperature of the city seemed to drop about twenty degrees since everybody scattered to their own houses to sleep.