Harry smirked. "They could try to turn me into a rat." Harry shook his wrist, where the familiar feeling of his shield bracelet hung and made tinking sounds.

"It's not the mark. It's the demon magic. It... is hard to explain. For me, there is a power below the normal level of perception. It I use the sight, no Glamour holds." He nodded listening.

"Sounds like an interesting group. I pretty much did that myself, back home in Chicago."

Harry didn't mind answering, really. Despite his normal arrogance, the Red End reminded him every time that he had to be wary of actions that seemed good. For even they had consequences.

Harry chuckled. "I'm generally quiet and calm, but they had my daughter, and turned my girlfriend. It was personal."