"Yeah, I guess I’ll be avoiding LA for the foreseeable future in that case. I’m in the mood to get all tangled up with incubi. It never ends well," he said with a nod of his head.
"Can I ask a potentially too-personal question? You’re more than welcome to tell me to fuck off if you want."
She paused, thinking for a moment before answering. It was not often she spoke to her own kind those days and she was, perhaps, just a little more lonely than she would admit to herself.
"Ask me, and then I’ll decide if I’m gonna tell you to fuck off."