"No goin' off the grid here." That was the truth. Cassidy settled back with a shifting of his shoulders, head tilted back so he could look up toward the ceiling.

"Or. We're as off the grid as you can go. Bloody fairies."

Fairies and angels and whatever else. Jesus. Cassidy sat with that a moment, until he felt a bubble of humor rising out of the situation.

"Me mother warned me about the aos sí takin' me away. D'you think this is what she meant?"

In the course of the last question, his look of squinting curiosity turned into a grin.