That cat is so firmly out of the bag that I don't think the bag exists anymore. Please just. Take that pan off the stove before the egg becomes a part of it, please.

[Cast iron cannot be killed but leave it to a Belmont to try. Either way, Sypha's got a point. The side hug becomes a proper one after just a moment of shifting around, and there's a soft dhampir kiss to the top of her head too.]

I'm fine. I was simply having a much needed conversation.

[Is he smiling at some weird inside joke? Sure is. And looking a bit too sentimental about it as well.]