Vulpes gave a small nod at Raines assessment. She was right after all, death was nothing to be afraid of. And now that he thought about it, he supposed he wasn't really scared either. But personally he wasn't sure about the company thing. Heaven and Hell always seemed a little bit too obscure to truly know what it would be like. But commenting on someones late sister wasn't exactly a kind thing to do. And Vulpes could well be wrong in the end, on his views.

"Yes, it certainly is," he agreed. Death sort of did what it wanted. Vulpes had to admit that, as strange as it seemed, he could die in his sleep to night. Theoretically he could be dead now, and not even know it.

A rather large yawn passed through his mouth. What time was it? Probably late, as it was well after curfew when he hopped up here. With a glance at Raine he shrugged and stepped away from the balustrade. "Well I'm gonna head in now," he said quietly. "It was nice talking to you, Raine." And with a smile Vulpes headed back for the comfort of his room.

Raine wished her classmate goodnight as he left her at the restaurant balcony. She kept an eye on his retreating back, contemplating the words they had exchanged and the unexpectedly agreeable nature of Vulpes Connor. Odd. Though if Bainsadottir was going to date a Slytherin student, better him than any of the others.

A sound interrupted her thoughts as some waiters began pulling out chairs, setting them upside down on top of the table. Raine glanced at them and then over the balustrade at the ocean. She was going to be exhausted when they went surfing tomorrow if she didn't get any sleep soon. The witch moved to turn away, heading in the same direction as her companion but at a much slower and more thoughtful pace. One of the waiters paused in his sweeping to nod at her: "´alal-khair, Miss." Mechanically, Raine stopped to return the gesture and then, with a slight frown, reached into her breast pocket.

"Here," she handed her remaining cigarillos to the lanky man: "Smoke them or throw them for me, won't you?" A nonplussed look crossed his tan face but he accepted the pack unassumingly and Raine smiled: "Shukran," she thanked him before leaving the restaurant for the lobby lifts.

Keeping the cigarrilos would only tempt her later. Death didn't scare Raine very much but she'd be damned if it caught up with her twenty years from now in the form of black lungs and a dusty cough.