"You are so sweet." She grinned, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

She froze, rewinding their conversation. Shit. "Wait, you know about slayers? I guess you would, because...but what do you know about them?"

Holly still held his shirt. "Julianna won't tell me anything. I think she's afraid to. Like it's the mob and she'll get whacked by a scone-eating Don Corleone."