"Yeah, uh, you don't need me for anything else, right? 'Cause I'm gonna go fuck this guy," says Kas, glancing back at her.
"Yeah, I'm good. I don't have an alethiometer yet and the next time I leave for our world I'll be intending to stay put for a bit. I wanna know if he counts, if he touches Petaal, though?" she says. "Lemme know if you don't mind."
"I bet she left me my knives," he murmurs. "Wanna go check?"
She goes to rejoin the group.
"Met his alt, the one you shot, he's surprisingly ambulatory for a guy you shot. They're going to have sex and see if you left any knives behind," shrugs Isabella.
"I left most of them," says Bell. "Are we the only template that doesn't instantly jump each other on sight?"
Isabella glances between Tonies and says, "You'd know better than I would. Personally, I'm pretty sure I'm straight."
"I was. Then stuff happened," Shell Bell says, and she kisses Sherlock's cheek, "and now I have an exception."
"We didn't do it instantly," Tony protests. "We talked about some other stuff first!"
"I... do not know until I meet such a creature," Isabella says. "Frankly I think I'd be disturbed by the idea of sex with anyone who didn't have a daemon. I mean, what would Path do?"
"Kas's opinions about how interactions with his daemon should go are distinctly nonstandard, and I do not expect that she'll be bored," says Isabella dryly.
"I think I'd have to meet him first," Bell says. "It would hardly be automatic, let alone instantaneous."