"I'm not sure why," he says wryly.

"Dear, if the occasional fuckup were grounds to dissever a relationship, we'd all be as solitary as the most stereotypical dragons in the world."

...he laughs. "I wasn't—I just—" He shakes his head and hugs her.

She hugs him back. "You're sweet to me and you're planning to make my daughter immortal and you're at turns adorable and incredibly fucking hot and you look at me like I hung the stars. Why wouldn't I love you?"

"I torture people. For fun. I get off on watching you be raped. That's - it's still something that's true about me even if I learn what not to say, and it's the kind of thing that - it would be very reasonable not to want anything to do with me. And I just..." He hugs her again. "I really appreciate that you don't feel that way about me - being the person I am."

"You don't torture me, and it's not like I wasn't going to be raped anyway."

Hug.

"If you enjoy watching it and then--perform enjoying it, I can't think of a better way to put it--then I get something out of it, which. Generally isn't the case."

...hug. Pet pet.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Cuddles. Cuddles and hairpets.

Mm yes good. 

"It would be kind of hypocritical to object to you getting off on me being raped considering I invited you to watch each time."

"'S different," he says. "You could be all right with me watching and still not want somebody like me in your life for the long term. You could be worried in the back of your head that someday you'll manage to get rid of the curse and I'll go 'well in that case'—and I won't, but there's nothing saying you have to take my word for that, you know?" He pets her hair some more. He sighs.

"...I don't think I'm probably going to ever get rid of the curse," she says wryly. "And if I did--I mean, that seems really incongruous with the whole 'I'm all but begging you to take me and you're firm on not doing that until you're very sure bad habits won't get involved.'"

"I mean, the original reason why I decided not to rape you was pure spite. The part where I like you came later. And if it was still just spite I still wouldn't fuck you if I thought there was any chance it'd go bad. I have different standards than your curse does."

"It still seems wildly out of character for you to decide to rape me."

"I'm hardly going to argue. But - it'd be reasonable not to be sure of that. Being the person I am, living the life I do, I don't get to demand people trust me, that is not a thing I can reasonably take for granted. So. I appreciate it." He kisses her cheek.

Mm. Snuggle. "I'm glad. I love you."

"Love you." Pet pet.

Snuggle. Kiss. "Think I'm over your little gaffe."

Snort.

"What?"

"Just - what a way to put it." He pets her hair.

She leans into the petting with a contented sigh. "Oh?"

"Mm, I dunno." Pet pet.