Gabriel leads him out to a bright yellow Mustang. "See? No candy, and with any luck, no car bombs."

His house wasn't far, only a few short blocks. A modest two story on the corner with a slowly blooming garden and a handful of dog toys stacked on the porch. Completely average, unless you count the warding worked into the wood around the doors and windows, the iron nails in the windowsill and protection charms at the four corners of the house.

Hey - he's human, doesn't mean he's going to stop being thorough.

"You don't have a thing against dogs do you?"