"Unholy Regalia? I'm not exactly up on my Bible, but I don't remember reading about that. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it's not there. Do I even want to know?" Roman was never sure, but the answers were intriguing, even when he had no frame of reference.
"Besides the sexual component, it's probably a good thing. It's easier to stay in control if I can blow off some steam, and that's probably the best way." Roman frowned. "I didn't mean that your reality was a mindfuck, but that the Bible was real. It doesn't sound like there's a difference, but there is. If it's real in your reality, why wouldn't it be real in mine? Or in so many others. That's where the mindfuck is."
He sighed. "Sabrina, we're never going home, you get that, right? This is it. This life we have is what our lives are. Your reality, my reality, they are irrelevant. And us? The marriage is pretend, but we're in a relationship. That's real. Normal, it depends. Daughter of Lucifer and a witch involved with a Upir, descendant of a demon and a witch doesn't exactly scream normal, but who the fuck cares. It's as close to normal as anyone has."
It sounded that it was just another case of High School being fucked up, whether there was magic or not. "I bet they didn't know who your father was, did they? I'm sure they would have thought twice otherwise." He couldn't say that he was too concerned with people knowing what they did. "It's probably because they fuck on Saturday night from 10 to 10:30, with the lights off and only in a missionary position. They are jealous."