*Oona's POV*

I woke up to a gentle knocking on the door, my head on Andy's chest. I heard Sebastian start, "Uh-"

Penemue quickly interrupted him, whispering loudly, "Not you, you ass! You'll give him a fucking heart attack, dickhead!" Then, louder, and more virtuous, "If you kiddies are all set, perhaps a shower, and then come out to the living room, eh?" Then, again, much softer, "Don't push me, cretin!"

Andy sat bolt upright, carrying me with him protectively. "It's him! Penamoo the penis-watcher!" I rubbed his shoulder soothingly, chuckling.

"It's ok, he saved our lives, he's your forefather." Then I raised my voice. "Ok, we'll be out in a minute!" Andy looked at me, shocked.

"How does being my angelic ancestor make it ok to watch me jerk off?" Andy was horrified, and I laughed again. I ran a hand through his hair, I couldn't help it. Andy must've read my mind. He made a silly face. "You like the hair, huh? Yeah, all the sexy babes like the hair, gorgeous. I like yours too." He kissed me, just briefly, and I took the opportunity to shield my thoughts. Andy pulled away, concerned.

"What's wrong? I mean, you're always, always free to do that, of course. I just hope I haven't done anything to make you uncomfortable, have I? I don't want you to ever hide that you're hurt, is what I'm saying, ok?" I smiled, shaking my head.

"It's not that, Andy. There is a guest in the living room that I feel it would be better for you to see for yourself, rather than to pick up from my thoughts, if that's alright. Aside from quite a few other things I am pretty sure you are unawares of. Don't worry, though, I won't withhold anything, I just want to shower first, and get dressed, ok?"

I underestimated Andy, he didn't have to read my thoughts to guess exactly who I had to mean. "Oona... If Penamoo-"

"-Penemue-" I corrected him.

"-That's just what I said. If Penamoo knew what happened, maybe all those metaphysical-type guys all have alarms for shittiness among descendants or something, and he was my angelic ancestor, and...if he watches me..." Andy was thinking out loud, and not quite right, but not exactly wrong... "You said Grampy was an incubus, is he not really dead? Is my Grampy here, Oona?" I couldn't lie. Andy started trembling, his eyes were slightly watering.

I nodded, and Andy hugged me tightly, burying his head in my shoulder. "I want to go see him, I want to see my Grampy!" Andy was breathing heavily, smiling.

"We will, Andy, but we're naked and, um, sticky... It really would be best if we showered and dressed first, ok?" Andy nodded, and let me lead him into the shower by the hand, smiling broadly and looking excited.