Milo is beginning to be slightly disgruntled about the tall stranger totally ignoring him.

"And you. You... are not a vampire, for various obvious reasons. What are you doing hanging around with some Red Court goon?"

"He is my friend," says Milo, with an aristocratic lift of his chin somewhat ruined by the fact that Harry is a clear two feet taller than he is and he has to crane his neck pretty far already just to look him in the face.

"Alright, don't break your neck. You realize he doesn't have a soul, right? 'Friends' is kind of a foreign concept to Reds."

"How do you know the state of his soul?"

"My mother has a three-legged horse," Milo counters immediately. "Gets around on a wooden crutch. The stable boys call him Stumpy."

Harry rolls his eyes. "You know how they have hooves? Look, it's literally just a basic feature of the species. More like horses not being able to talk. Unless their name is Mister Ed, I guess, but that show was always pretty dumb."

(Leo snorts.)

Leo sighs. "Alright, not that this isn't fucking hilarious, but I'm sick of this cloak-and-dagger shit. The Disney prince comes from a different universe. Not an Outsider, as you can tell by the fact that my brain isn't dribbling out my ears. And he's got some kind of weird magic that lets him give people souls. And he gave me one. I wasn't happy about it. I'm learning to deal. Feel free to soulgaze me for confirmation. Incidentally, you're also hanging around with vampire scum, so, uh, not to call you a hypocrite or anything, but you're a massive fucking hypocrite."

Milo shrugs. "Can we get my friend out of the sun now, or do you first need to deal with the whatever-it-is that your friend is sitting on over there?"

Leo stares back neutrally.

Harry flinches. "Vampire with a soul. Something new every day. Well, uh, feel free to get on with your unlife. As long as you're not killing any more waitresses, which you seem to not be doing."

"Of course he isn't," says Milo.

"Oh, I'm very sorry for implying that something he did three weeks ago might be something that would happen again. Don't know what I was thinking."

Milo looks up at Harry. Milo can look damned princely when he tries. "He is my friend," he emphasizes.

Leo winces a bit. "I, uh, really don't mind as much as... you seem to think I do. I mean. I killed people. It was a thing."

"I certainly acknowledge that, but you're different now, and that's on me even if I did it by accident. Which makes me responsible for both your safety and your conduct, which means I am offended when this enormous scarecrow implies you might decide to start down that road again."

"Alright, Prince Grumpy, let's all just calm down here. This is America, you don't have vassals, and I'm not going to make fun of your not-vassal anymore, but it's super weird that you have that reaction and you should probably work on it. That's your homework for today, stop being creepy about your pet vampire. While I go do my job. Elsewhere."

"Sounds just fine to me."