"This is where you live?" Jesse Compton had no living heirs when he died, so assuming the VRA passes, ownership reverts back to him. (I love this about the VRA because of a Roger MacBride Allen book I was obsessed with in high school called The Modular Man, which was entirely about the same legal precedent: assuming immortality, nobody even has to pay estate taxes, so the accumulation of wealth goes virally exponential because the money never changes hands. It didn't go to the Secret Society place in that book, but obviously that's part of what's going on here.) And until then? "Well, I haven't been getting in any trouble with the renovations I've been doing. Although of course I've been doing it myself, in the night. I need an electrician, but I can't get anyone to return my calls." Sookie offers to make some calls in the morning, and bring contact info by after work tomorrow. He thanks her, and considers her again. "Take your clip out." She shakes her hair free, and he looks at her. "May I?" She nods, and he touches her hair, one side and then the other; he looks into her eyes and leans in, turning her face, exposing the soft skin of her neck. He smells her hair and she closes her eyes, his breath on her skin, and he kisses her neck. She turns to kiss him, but he just stares down at her. "I can smell the sunlight on your skin," he says. There's sadness in it. He steps back, and she grabs his head awesomely, bringing it in for a proper kiss. After a moment or two she gasps and pulls back: his fangs are out. He doesn't even have a schoolbook to hide it; he feels creepy about it. "I should see you home," he says apologetically, willing his fangs to go down again, reciting antebellum sports scores in his undead head. She doesn't protest.
Dawn. She's putting her makeup on for work as the sun comes up; Jason whines somewhere behind her. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like me?" In the mirror you can see it's not a metaphor: "Oh, sure I like you, Jason. I wouldn't tie any old man up to my bed." His arms are tied above his head with scarves; he is naked, as is to be expected, and tells her Sam won't mind if she calls in sick. "One, Sam would mind. And two, we've had sex like three times today. At this rate, we're gonna burn out by the end of the week, and then you're gonna get all weird and closed-off, and I've already been down that road with you, baby." Okay, Dawn's pretty awesome too. She climbs atop him and looks down archly. "But I'm horny!" he fairly shouts, and she laughs indulgently. "Well, I'll be back by midnight." He whines a bit more and she fakes sympathy. "You just better be happy that's all I'm doing to you, baby." She kisses him and tells him to think of it as foreplay as she climbs slowly off the bed, offering a good view of her ass. He doesn't really start to panic until he hears the car door slam, and the engine start up.