He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. A. Fucking. Hawaiian. Shirt. The pants were an improvement, but still this was ridiculous. It was freezing outside and here he was, strolling down freaking Main Street in a bright Hawaiian shirt in the middle of the night. As if his hair didn't stand out enough, she wondered if he wanted to be intercepted by the police.

Lilian warmed her hands together; arm still linked with his caused a minor shift as they walked. His green gaze was on her, indifferent as he watched what she was doing; as if determining whether he approved or not of her actions. Considering she wasn't making a break for it there didn't seem to be a reason to disapprove.
Her eyes glanced up at him; a shift in her eyebrows told him she was silently questioning his staring. His lips curled upwards slightly, a mischievous smile saying how she'll have to figure it out herself. Her gaze became disinterested, lack of motivation to play this game. Perhaps that was why he was humoring her, or maybe he just needed to find a game she liked playing too.

Cletus had already injected chaos into her; she wasn't a strong creature despite her being a rather detached one. The smallest change in environment brought discord to her; he remembered the way she was unable to figure out how to sit just by being in a different place. That was entertaining, the ability to shatter someone so easily. Usually that wasn't something he cared to do, destruction of any kind he liked but he usually didn't have the patience for the slow kind. There was no saying no to this treat, though; so far he wasn't disappointed. Lilian did everything backwards, from socializing to behaving. She sought comfort in the threats around her, attempting to become invisible yet around a friendly environment she became as cold as a statue. That much he observed alone by how she tended to the man he slaughtered before her eyes.

Carnage was jittery, the discomfort she exuded just by walking with linked arms was pleasant. He wondered if she had any form of social experience briefly before the thought bored him. His thoughts traveled to why he bothered going for a stroll. Sure, he wasn't tired anymore but that wasn't an answer for why he was bothering with this. Was she planning something? His green eyes looked down at her again, watching as she watched the world. He studied her a moment, observing how she shifted closer to him briefly to avoid touching others walking by before regaining her usual distance. She baited him into coming; her bluff could have turned ugly if he was in a petty mood. Was she trying to gain some control over him? Tame him like an animal?

That brought on a very unpleasant set of thoughts; meanwhile Lilian wasn't aware of the brooding murderer or the misunderstanding that was forming in his mind.

They neared her building and entered without any difficulty. It was barren mostly, the inside of her apartment not much different. The door shut and locked and the moment she took a step away from it she felt her shoes leave the ground. He spun her violently, pain shot through her back as the air left her lungs by how hard she hit the wall that was now behind her. Instinctively she grabbed onto his shoulders, attempting to push him away as she weakly kicked twice. Energy escaped her body as her lungs tried to feed air back into her system; it caused her to become relaxed which gave him the chance to immobilize her. They were back in the same position they first met in, except they were now standing against a wall. Lilian blinked a few times, her focus looking down on him as she was propped a few inches higher.

What she saw was Carnage. "The fuck ya think y'all trying to do?"

"Get some clothes if I'm going to be forced to stay with you." She wheezed out.

"I ain't your seeing eye dog, girlie. Ya can't tame me."

Is that what this is about? Did he think her desire for some material objects to take comfort in equaled her trying to gain control over the situation? She'd laugh if her lungs were willing; though she was thankful they weren't because she doubted he'd take any enjoyment in that response.

"It was never my intention to." Lilian looked at him, finally at eye level now. The creature didn't seem satisfied, what the hell did he want from her, a goddamn speech? "No one can tame chaos, besides I wouldn't even want to." That isn't the way she lived her life, it didn't align with her beliefs and she could only hope he believed her.

The symbiote covered man exhaled a hiss and she felt him lean into her. The side of his head resting on her shoulder and she could feel the raspy breaths leaving him against her neck, tickling her hair a bit. "Right answer."He hummed; she could see the jagged grin stretch wider at her attempt to cease her quaking.
She felt him pull back slightly, no longer pressing against her upper half. "Ya know, if ya wanted clothes ya coulda used some of mine. I'm sure they would have fit ya nicely."He teased her before setting her back down on the ground, clawed hands giving her hips a squeeze.

She looked away, slightly flustered and scoffed. "Who knows when you last washed them."

The symbiote retracted away leaving him to stare offended at her for a moment; but the truth won over as he shrugged before heading towards her couch. "Do what ya gotta do."

"News time?" She asked, straightening herself up a moment before heading towards her room.

"Aw shucks, girlie. Ya have been payin' attention." He mused, flipping on her television to the news. Lilian didn't even reach her room when she heard the first thing call out from the speakers.

"Officers have pinpointed Cletus Kasady's location. An eye witness managed to see the one and only Carnage enter an apartment. Apparently accompanied by a young woman, no one knows who she is at this time. Eye witness states how they were unable to make out her appearance due to their vision being blocked by the infamous serial killer. New York's finest have rushed the scene and are currently boxing up anything that could prove useful in finding Cletus Kasady's location. A previous psychiatrist has offered their assistance in the recapture of the murderer."

The news droned on, concluding a few seconds later to another report. Her eyes swept over to the couch, staring at the back of the murderer they were just speaking about. She could see him lift his hands some, shaking and curling into fists as he stood up abruptly and yelled, "BINKY!" The symbiote was out again and he hopped over her couch towards the window. Without any explanation he left, soaring into the night.

Lilian stood there completely dumbfounded, slowly closing the window -yet leaving it unlocked- and drawing her curtain. Well, he couldn't go back to his apartment so it wouldn't surprise her if he came back here. Option left open, it would bring in some good favor. Less homicidal intentions, surely? Some chaos was welcomed but she could do with a few hours of not fearing for her life to abruptly end.

Without any further thoughts on the matter she entered her room and collapsed onto her bed, wriggling beneath the covers until she found a comfortable position. Morning was a few hours away, she might as well rest before Cletus came back (potentially with the dawn).