"You can hit on as many people of all species and genders as you please but I will probably not hang around listening. Especially not if they are better at music than me; if you hit on people who are not as good at music as me I might be content to amusedly watch."

"All right. Well, he hasn't taken me shopping, so there's that."

"Also his brother thinks he plans to spend a century moping."

"My home world was recently fed into a black hole."

"You should know that most demons really wouldn't do that," Amriac says, "not a planet with mortals on it I mean, occasionally planets in Hell get holed but that's nothing we can't fix."

"I don't take issue with demons as a species. I don't even take issue with the specific situation, I helped Cam look over the wording of the agreement. But I am still grieving."

"Okay," says Amriac, draping herself over Michael.

He sighs and then kisses her hair.

He looks away.

"Right, that's a thing, isn't it," he says. And kisses her hair again, not that his alt will appreciate it. 

Giggle.

"I'll go upstairs," he says, and rather sweeps off; Michael takes notes on the posture.

Eventually, Cam wakes up. This is signified with a sigh and his wing sliding where it's draped over Timothy.

Snuggle. "Wrote everyone with Dementor safety rules. I don't think they'll help you - most people don't have as bad stuff - and I don't think it could possibly happen again but at least it'll get dealt with faster if it does."

"That's good." Sigh again. Stretch, rearrange, recuddle. "Do you still feel the need to have a moral crisis, I could probably produce intelligent counterpoints now."

"Your answer last night mostly satisfied me that you'd feel comfortable saying if I'd wronged you, which was more my worry than the series of events per se..."

"You were under two different mind-altering spells and being manipulated by my alt. Without those conditions you literally couldn't cast the spell, I think I'm safe."

"Not exactly what I mean but yes, that is true."

"What do you mean?"

"- if a version of the Imperius that didn't require malicious intent towards the victim existed I would learn it, and I would take it just as seriously as I take the evil version, and I'd happily give up the ability to do it to you specifically if magic let you do that kind of thing but it's not, really, that I was worried you'd be worried I'd mind-control you casually? It's that I was worried that if you did feel like I should have done something differently - kept you stunned for a day while we tried to think of a gentler solution, or something, it'd come to mind and then you wouldn't say it because you would be reluctant to say that I ought to behave more ethically towards you, or that you were wronged..."

"That would only remotely resemble the nature of the thing I have if you were mind-controlling me specifically to prevent me from doing things. That being unrelated to your motive I would be definitely entitled to complain."

"Good." Kiss. "I don't expect it to ever come up again - I really really will not let it ever come up again - but - impaired snuggles okay, impaired kissing no? -"

"I wouldn't have particularly objected to impaired kissing but the conflicting instructions were actually really confusing."

"Sorry about that, I hadn't realized that being subconsciously conflicted would even do that - I really didn't want to, to - I'd agreed in advance and still felt vaguely bothered about it afterwards -"

"Should I have gotten you an advanced sex ed book."