Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Isabella hooks her fingers under the collar and tugs on it a little and kisses him harder. And then she comes up for air. "It looks good on you."
"I have the strangest desire to run around proclaiming that to the heavens," he comments.
"You know, to everyone who will listen. I mean, the collar with your name on it is already pretty darn good, but people have to be close enough to read it and that's suddenly not quite enough."
"Also I don't know that I've ever actually seen a person squint at someone's collar."
"But anyone who recognizes you probably recognizes you from the dining hall, where you have already knelt at me, so it'd be weird if you had someone else's collar..."
"Thaaat's true, but people in town don't know, and people in other states. The Japanese don't know either! This is unacceptable."
"And they can't read my name usefully either, so how are you planning to tell them?"
"I'm sure we can manage something. I could memorize a sentence or something, but I'd probably butcher the pronunciation."
"It seems like it might take up a lot of your time, notifying the whole world."
"Well, it doesn't need to be all at once. Like, whatever method I come up with to scale immortality, maybe it could come with a message attached, 'by the way, you are becoming immortal thanks to Isabella's pet.'"
"Do you want to attempt to spend the night in this twin bed with a dom who talks in her sleep, or do you want to shapeshift and get dressed and go home for the night? It's late."
"Random words," she shrugs. "Drives Alex nuts when I'm home, we share a room - and I think I mentioned he's a light sleeper?"