Possessed. Like he wanted some damn demon riding shotgun to his mind. The son of a bitch would be in for one hell of a fight. "Sounds like a winning option," he said. Frowning thoughtfully, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "These demons. Aside from looking human till they get a dose of holy in the face, what are they like?" Were they something he could take on if he came face to face with one?
He reached out to take the amulet, turning it over in his hands. "It's not too bad," he agreed, laughing. "I won't leave home without it." As far as jewelry went, the small amulet wasn't all that bad. He'd stolen some jewelry worth millions that was ugly as sin. "The imaginings of the coma ward. That's almost as weird."
Hearing that she had been there a couple of months wasn't what he'd been hoping for. The way home wasn't looking too easy to find. "And now here you are, giving the new guy the crash course."