"He doesn't have enough control to be around humans, not reliably, and not kill them. He does not want to kill you. And when we turn—the new senses are overwhelming, overwhelming enough to make us forget anything that's not very, very important from before. He remembered you, but not the letters."

"Great. Okay. How serious is your, your eternal unbreakable magic love with me, and if I ask you to leave, will you?"

"I will do whatever you ask me to."

She looks at him with alarm and concern.

"... Okay," she says, very faintly. "Okay. So I'm in a 'I am holding your heart and soul in my hands' kind of situation. Is what I'm hearing."

"If—if you ever turn into a vampire you will automatically have the same thing about me, as soon as you see me. But I would never do that without your consent!" he hastens to add.

She opens her mouth, then closes it.

"... Thank you for not doing that, yep."

"I had not—noticed before. I wouldn't have. But I also won't. It—it should be your choice."

"Yes it should, I am very glad we're in agreement on that front," she agrees, a bit quickly. "Um. What was your, your plan? From before you realized I was the target of your magic love thing."

"I wanted to meet you, to seduce you, to kiss you and have sex with you and then I would have had sex with the hottest woman on Earth and I would be able to stop thinking about you all the time."

"... I, am. Flattered and. A bit concerned." She considers. "More than a bit concerned. Okay. So. What is your plan now that you know that I am the target of your magic love thing?"

He shrugs slightly. "Do whatever you want me to do. Give you whatever information you want to have."

"O-okay," she says, very faintly. "Okay. I would like for us to find a secluded place to sit down because this seems like a sitting down conversation."

He nods. "Wherever you want."

"It, should, not be my house, because I usually call a greeting to my father, and don't think I could fake being calm right now. I don't have a secluded sitting down place in mind right now, I don't really look for them, do you have an idea of one?"

"My place?" he asks, in a small voice.

"Sure, that, let's go there."

He nods. "I'll lead you there, then." He starts walking.

She follows after him, schooling her features to neutrality instead of an expression more suited to someone in the middle of freaking out about things that are definitely very worthy of a freakout.

It's close, if not as close as her place. It takes a bit less than ten minutes, and it's a rather nice house for a single guy living on his own.

And does he have a place upon which to sit in this house?

He does, in fact, because his house is also his office. There's a waiting room, tastefully decorated and with a few nice sofas.

Excellent. Yvette finds a nice sofa and sits on it.

"So, what's enforcing the secrecy things, how closely is it watching and how strictly is it enforced?"

"A secret governmental body in Italy. They have various witch powers—magical powers like the ones I mentioned earlier today—which they employ for enforcement, I don't know all of the powers they have. It's enforced with death at first infraction, and if the infraction was caused by an uncontrolled newborn then their sire is also killed."

"Did you happen to use real life examples of magical powers during the, the silly power hypothetical. Are memory reading and mind reading actual things in the world. Is, perhaps, this statute enforced with literal mind reading powers."

"Yes."