"I remember the Joker," says Chainsaw with a fondly reminiscent smile. "And no, I don't wanna do anything but watch."
"Although if you guys ever wanna go on a double date," Eights puts in, "I know I'd be game."
Nathan laughs. "Noted. You wanna say when, Eights, or you want a surprise?"
"I like surprises," she says brightly. "Your Joker and I have that in common."
Do tell, Timer's timer, when is it time to sink in his teeth?
Nom.
That is to say: very.
Nathan's not overwhelmingly thirsty and Eights isn't magically delicious. He's a little delicate about it, makes an effort not to stain her shirt, the venom can burn a little before she torches.
And when she does torch, she comes back giggly and leaning on him in a snuggly-affectionate way.
And she kisses his cheek and goes back to her pancakes.
Pause. "Her Majesty and company are making a deal with the admin."
"I did not expect that," she says around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Neither did I, I was somewhat surprised that the end result didn't involve one party curbstomping the other. Apparently the admin is 'surprisingly reasonable for the literal inventor of Hell'."
"They're talking details now. I can relay design input if either of you have any after all."
"Oh, they want people who died only recently to be able to go home if they want, like I did, they want to handle duplication problems like the one I had, they're going to get a building, I think they've already rendered both of your jobs redundant, that sort of thing."
"There you go, happy retirement plans," says Nathan.