Once. ( A shrug. ) Or twice, considering he said he took my body back to them. That probably wasn't all that pleasant for anyone, and besides, we're not like that.

( Desperate teenage soulmates turns enemies turned ... friends (?) with benefits. If there's a wealth of feeling somewhere, they carefully avoid it. Geto only trips over it when he's very, very drunk. )

Ah, like really does call to like, doesn't it?

( Morally grey, fancy fuckers with interesting eyes and the style of an old fashioned gentleman. He hums out a tuneless note, thoughtful. ) I can see it. I did consider it might be the tall one who's looking for his mate, but that's not exactly your style. Vergilius is interesting enough. He must have some charm.

( With a little more manic glee. )

You should tell me about them. What brought you together, mm? A fight? Some crime? Illicit moonlight rendezvous?