If he were to ask Piper, she couldn't honestly say which it was either. She wasn't sure where the line was between Jordan and her magic vs actually sentient. They never really questioned it, honestly. It had been a surprise when things started happening without them actually doing anything and they kind of let it do its thing.

Watching this faux-Source/faux-King be sent to Hades' true underworld was... cathartic and yet... it was also anti-climatic. Deep down, of course, Piper knew nothing could truly make up for what was done to her and her family. There was a ton to unpack and to sort out but, it was a good start. Everyone who'd been involved with their deaths was gone and the 'top dog' was now gone.

When they returned home and he asked for another drink, she nodded. "Yes, more than another drink," she said and grabbed the bottle of scotch and the two glasses. "Let's go into the living room, yeah?" she asked with a little smile before leading the way.

While there were things that now she'd truly have to deal with, Piper couldn't help but wonder if this meant that she'd no longer be able to talk to him. He was a God after all and very busy. She was sure there was some kind of rule about it somewhere (probably on the long list of 'unsuitable' partners her family had drafted up once).