"So mote it be." The sisters choruses.

"So mote it be."

Well, now they kiss. It's a very chaste kiss.

Theo seems to be less than content with the chastity involved, but he cooperates.

"So mote it be," he mutters darkly.

"That's one enemy handled. There are about a thousand left who personally want to kill you, and more who wouldn't mind it."

"Yay."

"Well, thank you for the help." She turns to Marks. "To both of you."

"Oh, you're quite welcome."

Just another day in the life of Bartholomew Marks.

"Warren, shall we go?"

"Sure. Let's go home. Unless the sisters need me?"

"No, but keep in touch."

"Don't worry about coming in the middle of the night. I don't think Theo is going to get his promised honeymoon gift that involved me, Felicia, Fernanda and handcuffs."

He doesn't bother to answer. He takes Marks' hands and they orb out.

"I think he might be a little old for him."

"There are weirder kinks."

"We should talk."

"Okay. Let's talk."

They go downstairs first. "Okay, so... we should figure out the future."

"What do we need to figure out? I'm your husband, I think that's a good start."

"Well, what exactly to do with the future? We have an entire magical destiny to deal and that sounds like the sort of thing that gets loved ones involved even if they don't want to."

"Lucky I don't have any of those, then. Look, I'll help you kill demons as long as I can take their powers, it's not that complicated. Think of it like an investment."

"..."

"Do you have any goals for those powers?"

-He sighs.

"I'm sorry this isn't what you were expecting. I'm sorry for lying to you. I'm not sorry that I'm going to help you save the world. That's what this is. You get me powers, I use them to help you reach your goals."

"Thank you."

"Give her some time, will you."

"Well, at least this is a symbiotic partnership." Sigh. "This is probably not the best time to propose this, but do you have... family that we should be concerned with?"