"I would never."

"Then there you go, I will not send you away forever."

He nods. And resumes looking extremely miserable.

"I—you're in love with me regardless of anything I do or don't do, right, I will not fan the flames of your magical mind control by being at all affectionate towards you, you're just already at that 'I would die for you' baseline?"

"Right."

"Would it be a bad idea for any reason to cuddle you?"

"I'm cold and my body is unyielding to human-level strength and durability."

"But you won't have trouble not eating me. Okay. Do you have a fluffy blanket of some kind that I can wrap myself in so that I may comfortably cuddle you?"

"I—yes. Should I get them?"

"Yes, please."

He disappears and returns less than a second later, holding blankets.

She takes them, carefully wraps herself up in blankets, then toes off her heels and says, "Onto a couch, I'm not doing this while standing up."

He lies on a couch, his face going from confusion to utter delight over the course of this action.

The Yvette-burrito wiggles towards him, and then she majestically flops upon him. The burrito hungers. For snuggles.

He carefully, oh-so-very-very-carefully, snuggles up.

Snuggle.

"I blame my brother for this mess," she decides, sagely. "I don't believe he didn't notice that you were in magical love with me, and I don't believe he didn't notice that you didn't realize you were in magical love with me. He probably should have told you."

"...in hindsight, yes he did notice." Frown. But only very slightly, because he's snuggling Yvette.

"Yep, see, I know these things. He probably went, 'Eh, they'll figure it out, Yvette can handle herself.' He wasn't wrong, precisely, but he maybe forgot that things could be figured out better if everyone's properly informed of everything going on."

"I'm sorry for lying."

She unhappily nestles slightly further into her blanket based cocoon.

"Apology accepted," she murmurs.

"I wanted to protect your life. I—still do, but I would not be able to not tell you after noticing the mate bond."

"I understand your reasons," she says, softly. "I'm not mad at you about it."

"But you're still upset," he says, softly.

"... Yeah. It. It hurt." Her voice breaks a little, there. "One minute I was just on a nice date, and the next I realize that my date is probably lying to me, and the next I learn he's a vampire and I might die for knowing and that he's in, in creepy mind control magic love at first sight with me and I have the power to smash his heart into tiny pieces by accident and, and. And I have no one else to cry on besides him about it, even though I realize it probably makes him incredibly guilty, because I can't tell anyone but my brother the circumstances, and my brother can't be here because he might accidentally kill me and. I feel like I have very understandable reasons to be upset, here."

He nods. God, she smells so good. Apart from smelling like food.

"If I'd realized earlier I would have told you."