Xander frowned - not that, she was right, he'd really minded it in theory - just the fact that it was Parker and yet not, and him-and-yet-not, which dude, sooner or later, awk.ward.

"My guy wasn't exactly playing the 'gimme no lines and keep your hands to yourself' game either," he said. "So sorry back atcha if you really buy that we could've done anything about it. But I've been possessed before, and--" he winced. "--had worse happen than that, or almost happen. Comparatively speaking? Walk in the fake Shakespearian park."