The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.
But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.
(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)
And he squares himself some clothes, and kisses Nathan, and finally gets out of bed.
Nathan puts on his jeans from yesterday's brief meeting with the Empress (basically intact) and a new polo shirt (the flannel is hopeless) and cheerfully follows his mate's lead.
"If we're going to leave Safesun and walk to Jacksonville or wherever," says Nathan as they approach its edges, "I need daywalking clothes at a minimum - big stupid hat, sleeves past my fingertips - magic disguise barring that. This little problem being why Safesun is called that."
"I can magic you unsparkly," shrugs the Joker. "And make it so you can turn it on and off at will. Would that be nice?"
"You're pretty this way, too," he muses.
"Vampire thing. We get renovated a little when we turn. Her Majesty's prettier than that alt of hers," Nathan points out. "I don't remember much about being a human but I remember being surprised when I saw my reflection for the first time after I changed. Said, 'Wait, I've always been the ugliest cuss this side of the Abyss.'"
"There's pretty and there's pretty," he says. "This face doesn't get many takers, lemme tell ya."
"How'd it come to be cut up like that, anyway? I mean, I don't mind, but I'm magically besotted, I wouldn't be a bit less inclined to jump you if you didn't have a face."
"Did it myself," he explains. "There was a whole getup. That suit you tore off me yesterday was part of the same deal. The Joker."
"I do," he says happily. "I love all my scars. Some of 'em would really make you sad, though, if I told you how I got 'em."
"My scars all have the same story. 'Fought with a vampire, he got his teeth into me'. Occasionally a 'she'. I wasn't so good with my timer in the early days, and now I don't get into fights. D'you want me to know your stories?"
"Well, on the one hand, they're about you, on the other hand they will apparently make me sad. I don't know. I don't think there's any good way for me to eat the people responsible, is there? Her Majesty would object, my eyes wouldn't match my hair color anymore, and also I imagine they're all in that other world."
"They're in that other world, you probably couldn't get there, if you did you probably couldn't find most of 'em, some of the rest are dead, and some of the rest of the rest I wouldn't want you to," says the Joker. "So all around, nope. No eating everybody who's ever fucked me over."
"I know you would, sweetie," he says affectionately. "And I like that you would. But I don't need you to do it."
"Lemme know when you wanna hear some scar stories," he says. "If you ever do."