Harry held her with one arm again, feeling weird for a moment. She was soft, and nice, and warm against him. How long had it been since he'd done something as simple as this? Ana had been the last, but they'd never been particularly affectionate. Harry swallowed back the bitterness, refused thoughts of her or Susan and looked at Briseis instead.
"I know, he's--" a nice guy. "He can't help who--or what--he is, which doesn't make it okay, but he's a charmer. It's what he does."