[Harry didn't think there was a "maybe" too it. Any practitioner would know the Carpenters had a strong, compassionate family. Hell's bells, their threshold was like the Rock of Gibraltar. Harry loved it there, but didn't like to intrude, especially not after Michael's... after Michael. It felt selfish, indulging in that comfortable, familial atmosphere with nothing to offer in return. Ah well. Harry just sighs.]

Never said it didn't suck. Because it does. [Stars, Daniel's father had faced Denarians and dragons. His sister was far too adept at invading minds. Daniel had to save himself from a fear-eating fae. And still Harry could only think Daniel hadn't seen anything yet.] Just playing devil's advocate.

[Oh, Christ, Marcone. Harry looks away, staring very interestedly at nothing.] Don't misunderstand me. Marcone's as vanilla as you, but the scumbag's managed to make himself a player in the supernatural game. He's... Marcone. [He shrugs as nonchalantly as he can.]