The supernatural isn’t something that’s common knowledge amongst regular people, which means that Dick doesn’t exactly go around telling every human he sees that he’s a vampire.

Apparently, humans also have little secrets to keep, Dick soon discovers as he lets himself into your home — he’s never been more glad for your ‘come in’ doormat, or the spare key you gave him would’ve been kind of useless — and can’t find you in any of your usual spots.

But he’s got a good nose, and he sniffs you out pretty quickly, along with a collection of herbal scents that make his nose itch with the sudden urge to sneeze. Dick pushes at the door as he rubs at his nose, but quickly ends up pausing in the doorway at what he sees.

“Huh. So that’s why you always smell kinda like sage.” Dick murmurs absentmindedly, barely suppressing a laugh at the way your head whips around at the sound of his voice. “Should probably tell a guy you’re a witch before letting him take you on dates.”

Dick’s teasing, but he’s actually kind of relieved you’re not just a regular human. You can look after yourself if something ends up happening, and he doesn’t need to pretend human food doesn’t turn his stomach inside out. Plus, your little witchy corner… altar? Sanctuary? Whatever it is, it’s pretty cool.

“Alright, alright. Secret for a secret, if you promise you won’t decapitate me on the spot.” He says after a moment, shooting you a grin that’s all fangs before he retracts them again. “Not bad, eh? You’re not the only magical being in this relationship.”