[doesn't he just. ambrose doesn't know sabrina post her eighteenth birthday just yet, but he can guess that the passage of time and the accumulation of power and purpose haven't exactly mellowed her out.]

I hope she does too.

[he scrapes a brown hand through his own hair, chagrined. it'll be fine, probably. there are dozens of dominants out there, all of them bound by contract law to do more than sabrina had signs her consent to. and she's -- cautious, when it comes to that, to say the least.] She's important to me, but I meant what I said the other month. We're kindred, and I care for you. I don't mean to get in the middle of anything, but I'd like you to be happy.

You and this mortal boy. May I ask about it? [he'll understand if nick says no.]