Huh. Well, that might be well and good, but Lorne was skeptical that he fell into the same category as Angel. He wasn't going to worry about it for now.
Put the hat on? He turned it over in his free hand. There was a misgiving that went with it... something would happen, and his guts were protesting.
But he put it on, just the same.
When the hat touched his head, Lorne's ability to communicate coherently vanished. His ability to control any of his impulses--gone.
He looked at Fred with very large, childish eyes and asked if she had a lollipop.