Harry had seen the fire in her eyes when she charged at the ancient vampire. Raphael might have spoken through her, but it had been Karrin Murphy who had charged her way into the fray, cutting down vampires like magic. He knew what he saw when he looked at her with his Sight. The golden-haired avenging angel, the bright sword at her side, white robes stained with battle both internal and external, but no less lovely for it.
Even without CPD, Murphy was a cop. She had faith in the law, in justice. She had faith in herself, in her friends. In doing the right thing. Murphy had kept him grounded time after time.
His grin only widened. "Looks good on you."
He glanced towards the door, then back at her. "The Beetle's outside. Want to see if we can find your house? Mine just sorta... turned up. I even have an office, in it's own building. The streets here change a lot, but if you concentrate on where you want to go, you normally get there."