She grinned down at him, all cool, sharp-edged arrogance and rising recklessness.

"Always," she said, as her hair whipped out around her, her Crystal Cross glittering in the dim light of the slums.

Ino didn't try to stop him from getting up on the roof--that would defeat the purpose--but she spun through the air in a backflip, putting a bit more room between them, chakra keeping her feet from slipping on the uneven roof.