"Of course," he replied, closing his eyes and nodding. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of notes. "I will call you the uber-car to get you home, then. I would see you safely to your pillow if I could. I fear what the Milesian will do when they catch your scent on the platform."

He wasn't worried about himself, only her. He had done battle with them before, but Sunny was innocent in this ancient quarrel.