"Okay," she sighs, since this is not a lie. "In the meantime - I can precipitate shifts between you and her, I did this most recent one. Would you expect anything bad to happen if I pushed you out front more often?"

"...No?" he says doubtfully.

"You don't think it'd make her hungrier for human brains, more pissed off, anything like that?"

"It might make her more pissed off," he says. "Or she might not even notice. I have no idea."

"Okay. I guess I'll take you back where I got you now, then, unless there's anything else you'd like to tell me."

She checks to see if anyone is watching his car.

No one is watching his car.

"Whatever," he mutters.

She is correct.

In this world's original Jarvis.

"Hi, Bella."

"Hi, Bella," says Tony. He is cuddling Soph.

Soph is cuddling back.

"So, I can poke the hellgod into turning into her mortal host with a pentagon, the mortal host doesn't trust me and doesn't know much, I've got Giles looking up Glory and - relevant topics, and I'm going to check on Glory-or-Ben every few minutes so I can intercept if she's about to eat somebody else."

Ben drives home, takes a shower, and goes to work at the hospital.

After an hour, Sherlock appears on Mercury.

"Hi, Sherlock."