Harry raised an eyebrow and took the time to shrug out of his duster and toss it in the corner with his staff. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What's wrong, miss your coffin?" Somewhere in the back of his head, he could hear a voice that sounded suspiciously like Murphy telling him that he was being a dick, but he ignored it.
"What's with the kevlar? Planning on robbing a bank?"