I laughed at what she said. We probably would survive if that happened, most mages who specialise in evocation magic learn basic defensive spells to the point where they can use them instinctively. Someone tries to punch me, I reflexively form a field around myself to soften the blow. If I see or hear a gun, I create a barrier that turns a bullet's kinetic energy back on itself. If the house collapsed, I'd throw up a kinetic barrier to stop the debris and it'd be soft enough to cushion a fall. All I'd have to do then is blast a path out of the debris and we'd be in the clear. Doubt we'd be in any mood for sex if that did happen, but we'd certainly survive.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to the stuff you imagine. Although it'd be pretty boring if I did. Anyway, as much as I'd love to start another round, I'm sure you're starving as much as I am. I'll go down and fix us some breakfast, you just relax up here; you'll need the energy for later." I said that last bit with a wink and a kiss before climbing out of bed. I levitated a pair of pants over from the floor (didn't want to risk burning any sensitive body parts) and put them on as I went down the stairs (one more benefit of knowing how to levitate).
As I passed through the lounge room, I saw Bast lying on the couch watching some morning news program on TV. Like I said; he's as smart as your average human, he can work the TV remote. Hell, I once caught him sitting at my computer, wearing my headphones and listening to music. To this day, I have no idea how he put the headphones on, how he worked out my password and how he used the mouse to open Winamp. There weren't even any scratches from his claws to give me even a hint.
I also noticed that he had my mobile on the couch next to him. "Bast? Why do you have my phone?" He jerked his head towards the TV. They were covering some story about a trio of ritualistic murders that had occurred downtown over the past few weeks. Seems there'd been a fourth last night and the police were releasing sigils that had been drawn in the crime scenes. I didn't recognise anything specific, but it was definitely necromancy. "I see, you recognised it too and sent a text message to mum, right?" The homunculus nodded. "Nice work, if you were a real cat I'd give you a treat." He scratched his side with one of his hind legs. "Fine, I'll sort out that hip joint for you sometime on the weekend."
Wasn't long before I was headed up stairs with breakfast. Cheesy omelettes, a side of bacon and a cup of Italian Blend espresso for the both of us. That coffee machine mum got us is an absolute godsend, the coffee's a bit expensive though, but worth every cent. It's made back in Australia, but I've got a friend back there who can just teleport it to us. I had it on a couple of legged trays so that we wouldn't have to try and balance it all while still in bed and I'd levitated them so that I didn't risk spilling the coffee. "Hungry?" A stupid question to ask Llew, but what the hell?