"Okay, let me rephrase it. I don't want to get rid of you anytime soon," he said. "How was that?" He stood up and followed Lydia into the living room. He sat down on the couch and grabbed the second beer from her.
"Hopefully none of them get crazy enough to kill any of you." He twisted the cap off of the bottle and tossed it onto the coffee table.
"Are you two the Sherlock and Watson of the supernatural world?" It was beginning to sound like it.