*Oona's POV*

Andy listened carefully as I spoke. I left my mind open, that he would be able to tell I was not lying, and perhaps how I felt about everything (though not in detail), if he made an effort.

Overall, he took things pretty well. Upon learning his cats were descended from Scottish highland fae and could talk, he just raised an eyebrow and smiled. When I told him about the changes after the first time we had sex, he looked down at his chest; apparently he had not noticed his new 'tattoo.' His eyes bugged out of his head. "Hold on just a sec." He went to the restroom, probably to look in a mirror. "Oh my god..." came drifting out the doorframe.

He shut the door and used the facilities, washed his hands, shuffled around a bit, then sat back down and lit a cigarette. "Please, go on." So I did. When I revealed his angelic lineage, he stopped fussing with his hair, mid-fuss. I pressed on. When I told him his grandfather was an incubus, he laughed. "What? Are you sure?"

I nodded. "That seems impossible." He lit another cigarette. "Oona, my grandfather aged, like anyone else, before he died, and you say your kind don't."

"Andy, if an incubus does not feed, they age. Very experienced individuals can also train themselves not to absorb the pleasure they are giving, if they are trying to masquerade as a human." I shrugged. "I have never tried it. It's not commonly done."

I looked at Andy, and he was positively resplendent. "I suggest you try and learn the technique quickly yourself." He grunted affirmatively. I knew he was a bit of a narcissist, but there was such a thing as looking too good, and right now he definitely couldn't leave the house safely. "I will see if I can learn of a way to shed some of the excess as well." He nodded reluctantly. "Andy, don't put any of your digital, self-taken photographs on the internet in that state, ok?"

He frowned. "Ugh, fuck, ok, go on." I told him about my visit with Sebastian, and Andy grew still and remained quiet.