For a while, Harry dozed easily. After a few hours he woke and rolled out of bed, stopping to press a kiss to Eric's cheek and whisper something that he was sure the vampire was too asleep to hear. Then he hurried through a cold shower and dressed, then put his robe on over his shirt and jeans and went downstairs.
"Wake up, Bob," he said and sat down. "Need your opinion."
"Do I get details yet, or not? Not that it matters - your floor's not that thick," Bob said with a smirk in his voice.
"I have a hammer," Harry said plainly. Then he closed his eyes and started to describe the runes he'd seen to Bob.
"You're right, boss, it's for a summoning spell. Can't tell you who he's summoning, though. Not without actually seeing them. Of course, Lash could have, if she were still around." The lights danced in Bob's skull.
"Yeah, but she's not." Harry gave Bob a look that he hoped communicated his deep desire to not discuss this.
"Sure she is. She's right there in that protective circle, and I keep wondering why, boss. Why didn't you give her to the Knights?" If the skull could have, it would have had a raised eyebrow.
"Not now, Bob. Please." Harry closed his eyes and refrained from asking himself the same question. "I'm not picking up the coin just so I can get Lash back in my head. I didn't want her in my head to start with. And I'm sure as fuck not going to accept one of the Fallen just because someone's out to kill me."
"Again, these are all things I know. You're repeating yourself. You're a good guy, Harry. I just want to know what you do plan on doing with her."
"Once I figure it out, I'll consider letting you know," Harry said dryly. "Now, about that summoning."
"Wizards are creatures of habit. Go back to where his last big summoning backfired," Bob suggested.