Phaedra slid herself away from Harry with a little bit of difficulty. Harry was looking her in the eye. In. The. Eye. That shouldn't be possible, not for the prolonged, extra-romantic glance they were sharing. Phaedra broke it first, leaning on a counter top and arching an eyebrow at Sam.
She started to say did he know that Jo was alive, that she was back, and the feeling in the pit of her stomach about Harry sort of just got up and walked away. She smiled inappropriately, a really wide, girlish smile, just as Sam finished offering to feed himself to zombies.
"I think that's a little extreme, Sam," she said, giggling. "I also think it's not something you have to worry about. Did you feel that, Harry?"
It was like something got up and walked out of the room, at least for the time being. She understood that the spell or whatever it was couldn't have worked on them to begin with if they didn't have feelings for each other, but those feelings were much more friendly and less lusty, normally.
And Lindsey was back in her head, big time.
She nodded, though. "Hellmouth. And Hell Gates, on top of it. Just in case one didn't get the job done, I suppose."