[How was it?]

[Saturn looks great. Lots of neat bubbles of enchanted residential area and enchanted commercial area and enchanted resort area, floatily intersecting and splitting off in a lively fashion.]

[That sounds very charming,] he says. [And the other main objective of the expedition?]

[We've all got auras now. We don't know what all of them do apart from being auras - turns out the wind and plants are a Rose thing, not an everybody thing.]

[Juliet,] he says, [dear Juliet, did you by any chance acquire an aura of obtuseness?]

[Thaaaaat is not the word that Stella picked to describe it when she looked me over, no. I don't really like what I got.]

[I would be ever so grateful if you would tell me what word she did pick.]

[...Do you just want to see it?]

[Yes, that is also an acceptable solution.]

"Yeah. Um, the flames don't catch - at least not by default, they might do if it was convenient for me somehow. Auras are supposed to be convenient. Just, I wouldn't've asked for this one."

"Yes," murmurs Sherlock. "I can imagine you wouldn't."

"I could see it coming in handy if I have to convince demons that I'm a force to be reckoned with. Which I'll probably have to do. So there's that. But I think I'll probably just keep it withdrawn otherwise."

"I am sexually attracted to your aura of menace."

"It is rather obvious in retrospect, isn't it?"

"It is a bit. I probably still don't want to walk down the street with it on, but, um, what are your preferences for when it's just us?"

"I think I would be quite fond of it in small doses."

"I didn't even turn it up all the way. It's like having my eyes open or closed, apart from there being no equivalent to blinking - I can also flare it, like opening my eyes extra-wide." Pause. "Wanna see?"

"Yes please."