"Eventually," she confirms, back straightening. She doesn't purr, exactly, but it's clear that the praise pleases her. "for now, you can run your fingers through it." It will react, but collecting it will be a while away. Control, first. Once he has that, everything else child's play,

The day, for the most part, goes a bit more smoothly, perhaps more domestic that Carolina is used to and with expected consequences for York. Learning to live together does not take very long, but picking up on the idiosyncrasies of ones roommates is always a matter of trial and error. it's not all fun and games, not entirely. Take the first full display of demonic temper when, through thorough accident and no small amount of confusion, it became rapidly clear that whatever York had done with the summoning, he had bound Carolina not merely to this plane, but within the very walls if the apartment to boot. Every window was shattered in her rage, before she had vanished in a cloud of black smoke to sulk between dimensions -- and she was definitely sulking, even if York very pointedly didn't call her on that fact.

(She did at least fix the windows a few hours later.)

But having seen the sky and knowing it was denied her now just as it had been in times past was an unexpected disappointment. On the other hand, she's never been entirely obedient, and one evening makes a point to heckle him as her summoner tries to record a video on illegal substances that the movies say you need for spells that don't work. Witty enough that a couple slip into one recording and receive instant comments. It's not how she imagined, really. But there were more labourous was to make a living,