"Did a politics happen or is it just that there keep being more sea monsters?"

"Politics. I believe I once mentioned how my kind can see the Evil in souls particularly inclined that way?"

"It's not that surprising if there are evil politicians."

"No, it isn't. What was surprising was the bishop." 

"An Anglican?"

"Yes. Long story short, I was alarmed by this and investigated with some help from the Crown. We found corruption, though his removal proved...fraught." 

"Is he close with the King or something?"

"Influential with an opposing faction, it would look suspicious to remove him without ironclad evidence. Which we are in the process of assembling. Thoroughly." 

His expression is controlled, but there's a cold anger in his human voice.

"Wow. And you still weren't too busy to come catch up with me?"

"The evidence I've gathered is now in the hands of the relevant authorities, I'm not really expecting to be less busy in the coming weeks, and frankly I could use a break right now. I was — shaken, by this. Even knowing your God does not choose clerics in the manner I'm accustomed to, it never even occurred to me that —" 

"Well. I'm sorry, I don't mean to dump this on you." 

"Oh, no, it's totally okay."

"Aside from that...sour note, I'm pleased to say things are going well, if you'd like to hear more gossip from the London scene." 

"Always."

He has plenty of anecdotes about the antics of London high society, as prompted by carefully-placed talking dragon appearances and by the general drama of politics. He leaves openings between stories in case Rebecca seeks a change of topic, but he has enough accumulated gossip to fill the rest of his shapeshifting time.

He's so fun to talk to and sooooooo prettyyyyyyy and it's not fair that's he's not a Christian in want of a wife.

Eventually, Ipaxalon is out of time. He bids farewell again and teleports directly out of the room. 

He continues to visit once or twice a week, listening to songs, offering tips on flying and occasional rides, and sharing entertaining tales of British politics (and, increasingly, international work as well). He usually goes monster hunting afterwards. 

He continues not to be a Christian in want of a wife.

Eventually she says, "Dirk Smit from the galley said the other day he wouldn't mind marrying a magical girl."

"...hmm? Ah." Culture gap or no, Ipaxalon realizes this remark is probably not about Dirk Smit. "Do you wish to discuss why I have not expressed a similar opinion?" 

"Well, marrying a magical girl would not have the same problem for you as it would for any other man on the planet."

"True. This does not mean it would be wise, for me.

"I've been investigating the Catholic institution of marriage, when I can. It is less of an alien concept to me than it was, but there is much that feels strange. To use egg-bonding as an imperfect analogue — before I came to Earth, I'd considered it an option one day. But I would have expected it to be — a time-bounded contract negotiated between individuals, informed but not set by cultural norms, and made only after the individuals lived together for some time to their mutual satisfaction. 

"I wonder if you might — talk about what you, personally, would need and expect from a marriage? About which parts of the — package, as it were — feel indispensable, to you, and what if anything seems missing?"

"Well it can't be time-bounded, divorce isn't allowed. I'd just - like to be doing something like I'm supposed to, ever -"

"I could in principle enter a bond which lasted 'until death do us part, or a century passes, or this contract ends by mutual agreement', if other concerns could be allayed. But to swear to a contract of that magnitude with no exit clause save death..." He sighs. "I cannot in good conscience make such an oath. I am sorry." 

"Well I'm not going to live a century. - it counts like I die if I turn into a critter, my soul moves on still if I do that."

"Yes. Other concerns — I could see myself agreeing to exclusivity; I could see myself agreeing to a bond without a trial period; it seems terribly unwise to agree to both."