The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.
But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.
(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)
Nathan shrugs helplessly. "I'm hardly one to talk. I was - married with kids, before I turned, at least I think they were my kids, everything before waking up ravenous is hazier than Beijing. But mate bond doesn't wanna share, not even retroactively."
"Better get used to it," he says. "'Cause honey, I am never not gonna be a slut."
"Aww, sweetie. I'm sorry it makes you sad," he says. Then, smiling: "Would it help any if I gave you a blowjob in that alley?"
"Well, I don't know about fixing the core problem, but it'll soothe the immediate symptoms pretty damn well," says Nathan, brightening.
After the alley has been used for its traditional purpose, Nathan says, "So what else should we see around here, babe? Show me the sights."
It's also a pretty big house.
"Is that a good thing or a bad one?" says Nathan, looking his mate over assessingly.
He shrugs. "Dunno. It just is. Well, it wouldn't be my house in my world, either; I burned the place down when I left."
"'Cause I hated it," he says lightly.
"...Scale of days, this is a good time, probably because it'll bother me not to know."
"My father was a nasty piece of work," he says serenely. "A few of my scars are from him. So when I was fifteen or so, I blew up the house with him in it."