"Neither," Quinn replied. "And not something I'm going to tell you," he added. She could carry on wondering. Excluding family, there were only three people he had told about his pendant - Cleo, Ellen and Detective Mansell - and none of them were here. He wasn't about to tell a demon, even a seemingly pleasant one, about how he was protected from permanent death.
Quinn couldn't help himself. He laughed. Not at her words or her mannerisms. It was the name. As soon as it left her lips, the young man laughed.