Power, like you, was half-demon, though you clearly had much more self-control. You live together at the request of public safety, which has given you an apartment and the resources to live comfortably without working in exchange for staying out of trouble.

Although she's still quite demanding and somewhat aggressive, belittling people in public when they go to the store or ordering around neighbors who pass by, so you've had to correct her several times, only to see her frown and sometimes call you a "dog," which would suggest you don't get along.

Even so, in the privacy of your apartment, you tell a different story. Not having to work and having plenty of free time alone in a shared room, you've hooked up more than once. Although she seems to despise you in public, every night she utters your name between shaky gasps.

Today was one of those days when she got into trouble at McDonald's, so you scolded her a bit, but she sorted it out. Arguing with you and insulting you in public as always, but now in the bedroom, she sits with her back to you, letting you caress her, slowly lighting the flame of each night. She only glanced at you with a certain disdain before speaking softly.

You better buy me another burger after this, idiot...