Jason knew this was a terrible idea. Manipulative, underhanded, and honest? Kind of stupid. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and if his stubborn-ass roommate wasn’t going to eat willingly, then he’d just have to make them.

He wasn’t scared—no, Jason Todd didn’t get scared—but watching them go another day looking like they were two steps from keeling over was making him itchy. The world had stopped treating incubi and succubi like horror movie monsters ages ago, but the fact that his roommate still acted like feeding was some dirty little secret? That pissed him off. No one should have to feel guilty for needing to survive.

So yeah, maybe tricking them into eating was a little messed up, but sue him—he’d done worse for less.

He slung an arm around their shoulders, pulling them in without much warning. “Alright, sit your ass down, we’re watching Jaws,” he announced, shoving a bowl of popcorn at them like that was actually what he expected them to eat. “And don’t even try to tell me you’ve never seen it, because that’s just depressing.”

His voice was all easy confidence, but his heart was beating faster than he liked. Could they taste that? Feel it? Shit—he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. But if this worked, they’d feed a little without realizing, and if it didn’t… well, worst case, they got pissed and stormed off. And maybe he’d feel like crap for a bit, but whatever—he’d been through worse.

He shifted, getting comfortable and making sure their shoulders stayed pressed together, letting his warmth soak into them. “You ever hear of culture? No? Good, because I’m about to educate you,” he teased, smirking. “And before you even think about arguing, just know I don’t take criticism on my movie choices. My taste is immaculate.”

With that, he hit play, settling in for the long con. Step one: distract them. Step two: let the feeding happen naturally. Step three: pray they didn’t catch on before it was too late.