Hope this is alright. Poor little Lucia... 
Stillness was all that greeted the woman’s obscure behaviour. It seemed like the seconds dragged, the pit of her stomach unsettled with confusion and her malachite eyes burning into the ground beneath her. She could see him slightly still; no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere. Her flesh was tinkled pink, flushing and warming with her embarrassment. It wasn’t until the other responded with the most whimsical grin Lucia had ever seen that her head slowly came back to join the gaze of her companion, lip twitching as she tried to hold off the small smile that tried to steal her face.
He seemed to know how she felt. He ruffled his fur, something Lucia had earlier considered doing, and it stood on ends. She chuckled slightly, quietly, and shook her head. “You’re a strange creature.” She paused, biting her lip. She was always one for honesty, but now her honesty deceived her. It didn’t fit with anything, it was an odd piece of a puzzle, and this vexed the dark female greatly. Glancing over the top of the male, she tried to pretend she wasn’t about to say what rolled off her tongue. Her mouth parted again. Still chewing her lip, the words seemed audible enough. “You’re not so bad, you know?” She looked at the ground, eyes touched by sadness. “…For a man.” There was contempt in her voice; it wasn’t clear whether it was at herself or the man in front of her, but something about that sentence deeply upset her. Perhaps it was the fact that he threw her entire theory out the window, or maybe it was the strange behaviour he had her doing.
It was at that moment that her mind reared its ugly head, whispered in her ear like her shoulder devil, or a demented demon in her skull. Maybe this was what he had planned all along… Maybe this was all a game and she had fallen for it. Paranoia came flooding back, violently twisting her heartstrings, scratching at her eyes. Still staring at the floor, small crystals lined her ivy coals. Realising this, the dark female snorted in disgust. She wasn’t about to let anyone see this, including herself. She shook it away as quickly as it came, bringing her eyes back to her strange companion slowly.
As she did, the rain began to weaken. Somewhere in the distance Lucia caught the sound of thunder, she was glad the storm still raged. This, in her mind, was hope that her own rabidity still remained, that she was still herself and she had simply had a moment of weakness. She revelled in decadence; she wouldn’t change this… especially not for a man.
Staring at him blankly, completely void of the moments that trailed away into their memories, she waited. She wanted him to say something, wanted him to steal her confusion away, make it alright. But part of her wanted him to laugh at her, hate her, and hurt her. She wanted to solidify her theory that all men were interested simply in themselves and what made them happy… She wanted him to be the villain. Just like her.