[ She's just lucky he's onto her, or she probably would have had to save him from choking on his drink, this time. As it is, Anders manages to hold back the laugh that threatens - at least until he's managed to clear his airway for it. ]

Just a tad possessed, actually. Some demons simply have aspirations of height none of us could ever hope to achieve, I suppose.

[ Or maybe they just thought people too potentially squishy? Who knows - he's never had the opportunity to stop and ask, so certainly not him. ]

Our calling card? Wouldn't that just be leaving a trail of kittens everywhere we go?