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Sadde's running.
Not for any particular reason, just because it's faster. He's been meaning to go to one of the capitals for a bit and now, he supposes, is as good a time as any.
And eventually he's not running anymore, because he's close enough to civilisation that someone might spot him. Not that he wouldn't be able to notice them by scent before they saw him, but still. And as he makes his way to the Norway capital at this more leisurely pace, he notices the tiny, shiny key. He walks towards it and picks it up and immediately notices just how magic it is. He can tell by the way the key feels like things, and different things depending on where it is.
He verifies that what the key feels like is consistent in absolute location by waving it around a bit and seeing that the same place always feels the same. "Huh," he murmurs to himself.
He straightens up and thinks. The first obvious thing to try is seeing whether it opens any doors—a universal skeleton key sounds like the kind of thing a magical key could be—but the second obvious thing can be tested right there and then. He pushes the key into thin air with some purpose, as if he wanted to unlock an invisible door, and then turns it, et voilà, the faintest of door-shaped outlines appears before him.
He locks the door, and it disappears. Unlocks it again, and there it is. So he pulls it open and sees—
She growls a bit at that, then stops, and scrunches her eyebrows together. "Sorry."
"Um. The uh. Mate bond thing is really really monogamous. And, uh, you joked about potentially having sex with fairies and angels, and. That wasn't a very happy mental image."
"I see. ...If it helps I have never had sex with anyone who was at the time an angel or fairy."
She closes her eyes. "It does not help to think about you having had sex with anyone else. I know it happened, you're gorgeous and sexy and have this horrible tendency to go around strutting your shirtless glory—please don't ever stop that—but the bond is a. Pretty strong instinct." She opens her eyes again.
"No you, uh, you can talk about whatever you like. My instincts are stupid and you shouldn't stop doing things on account of them, I'll deal."
"I'm more interested in having an accurate model of you and knowing about your life than I care about being uncomfortable."
She doesn't growl. There's no growling going on. The fact that he's been having sex for one hundred and thirty years is none of her business. "It does mean you'd probably either been spending a lot of time alone or around blind people," she tries and mostly fails to say lightly.
"I hope you're not buying into the stereotype that most demons are rapists. I was a virgin until I was forty-something because that's about how long it took me to figure I didn't necessarily have to be in true love or anything, not because nobody ever looked at me twice."
"I'm not buying into any stereotypes, I don't think. And, well, I'm in true love with you, hopefully I'll get you in true love with me and everything will work out just fine."
"You're in weird magic love with me," Cam points out. "Possibly prophetic weird magic love, but still, I'm not sure it's a Disney classic in the making."
"...I'm pretty sure love-at-first-sight is in fact a Disney classic. Ours is definitely less creepy than Snow White."
"Okay, that I'll give you, but the prince was at least not mind controlled, unless I'm remembering it wrong."
"I'm not mind controlled, I just have inexplicable knowledge that you and I are as romantically compatible as two people could possibly be."
"That mere knowledge would not, I think, do the thing it seems to have done. Like, that's a dating network result. It's not customary to declare eternal love, growl about past sex partners, and have two weeks of sex over a dating network result."
"Right, inexplicable knowledge plus the love itself, then." She sighs. "Fine, I'm a little bit mind controlled."
"Yes, a little bit, but I can't say it's not worth it. The perks more than make up for it, and my core personality certainly didn't change, and I get to find you."
"I guess it's better to describe it as being resigned to finding one? I knew it'd happen eventually, it was a possibility I kept in mind."
"I also knew I'd be delighted afterwards," she shrugs. "And I mean, like I said, no personality change, so you're the type of person I'd have eventually fallen in love with even sans vampirism."