Fly is: a bird.

It's doing fine.

"Hmm, I suppose I could undress you right here..."

Apparently the Maze is decent?

Can he talk to the Maze?

"Could you? Maybe I'm not that easy."

"Well I definitely am," he says, and starts kissing Alistair's face up his jawline and down his neck.

...talk? No, not really.

He cooperates. Very receptive, very responsive. 

Identify how it's doing, then. Is there anything like emotions? Preferences? Instincts?

Is that the garage? Yeah, that sounds like the garage. 

The thing Sadde is doing at the moment is not: caring about the garage. It is: kissing this gorgeous human being and seeing just how much he can rile said human being up.

As for Maze, it seems... like there's some sort of intelligence, there, but it's definitely less sentient than even the Fly. Way too abstract to even model.

Alright. Well, thanks anyway, Maze.

He checks in with the Move. 

He is definitely getting excited. The usual symptoms arise. 

Sheriff Stilinski returns from a frustrating but thankfully short day at work, to find teenagers kissing and- meditating?- in his living room. 

"What." 

"The cheese tray is right over here, but it's mine now, I called it." 

"Right. I take it these are friends of yours?" 

He pulls away to look up at the Sheriff. "Hi, Mr. Stiles! I'm Sadde. Stiles has a thing to tell you."

The Move does the nonverbal equivalent of saying hi.

"Not so much 'tell' as 'show'. Sadde is gonna do some magic."

And what does the Move want? Like? What is the Move about?

The Move is about moving stuff. That's... pretty much it.

"Am I? Okay." Card: "Change!"

"Ta-da."

So...positive on moving things, negative on everything else? How does it feel about Song? 

"Magic," he repeats weakly. 

"Sadde, would you like something to eat? And, uh, could you...stop using magic?"