““He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me half a hug. “That’s my little federal marshal.” I raised my head. “Don’t push it, Zerbrowski.” “Can’t help myself, sorry.” I sighed. “You’re right, you can’t help yourself. Forget I said anything, keep saying witty irritating things as you walk me back to Jason.” He started me across the room, arm still across my shoulders. “How did you end up with a werewolf stripper as your driver for the day?” “Just lucky I guess.””