"From where I'm laying? Extremely well." George leaned up, intending to kiss her, and quite suddenly she wasn't there.

George sat up, confused, wondering if she'd rolled off of him and onto the floor for some reason. But she was nowhere to be found at all. It took him a moment to understand what had happened. She'd been here for weeks, and apparently not even mind-blowing sex could break the rules that immortals lived by.

"Are you fucking serious?" George said, collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh. Lust was back in America now, hopefully somewhere private considering she'd been stark naked. Well, perhaps this was a good thing. It would keep him from making bad choices. More bad choices. He needed food.

Wait. He needed sleep. Then food.