I hope you never run into my hatchling self because it will mean I lost my memories, but if you ever do I'm sure you'll enjoy the experience. In the meantime...

[ She curls up a bit and shifts into a small silver bat, extra fuzzy as promised. She uses her claws to cling to his chest, folding her wings. ]

< Goodness no. If I stopped drinking my husband's blood he'd revolt. I have lots of donors. But as you said, it's complicated with you and Red Son. And I'm already tempted enough not to keep my hands off you. >

< When we're done here I can grab that glowing booze if you feel like getting smashed. I'll bet you have some great stories. >