"Welp, I certainly hope you do," I muse, carding my fingers through my hair. "It's always frustrating to not be able to scratch an itch..."

"Thought you lot believed in a Scribe Virgin or some such?"

"Not sure I see the merits in being an eternal virgin but hey... maybe she's really at peace or some shit."

"Sounds fantastic. How do they want to kill them? And why?"

"Sounds like a right pain in the ass," I muse thoughtfully.

Snorts and hides a laugh at the fae's current... predicament.

"Yuck. I'm not drunk enough for rando's making out on timelines..."

Gags a little and rifles around for another bottle of anything.

"Oh, I know that one! What's the difference between love, lust and showing off? Spitting, swallowing and gargling."

Shrugs. "What? Just something I heard."

"When you post something that gets ignored but your quoted tweet gets attention." Scratches at my chin. "How the fuck does that work?"

"Right, whatever. I'm gonna be drinking in that corner. And later I might go out and kill something." Salutes with a middle finger and saunters off.

"Is this some sort of ploy? The vampire posts sexual images to get everyone's blood pumping faster? Clever."

"Maybe it should be seen as advertising," I muse, tilting my head. "This is what I can do to you, applications accepted."

"I do not know your... twin. The fact there is two of you is actually disconcerting."

"Three? Seriously?"

"Somehow I suspect only you and your twin are the worthwhile pair."

"Flirting, vampire?"

"There's some appeal," I concede, eyeing the pictures thoughtfully.

Humming to myself, I check the images again then wave my hand toward a few. "The rope and belt ones look agreeable."