Dexter managed to stumble to the chair without falling over--barely--and flopped into it with all the grace of ... well, Rue. His eyes were still wide and his lips were moving, but it was hard to tell exactly what he was saying. If anything at all.

"Really?" Gabe looked vaguely startled, and then a proud smile spread across his face. "He's learned fast. I figured he'd ask what he could do when he's ready, but I didn't think he'd start using it that quickly."

"To be fair, life or death scenarios have that effect," Merlin said musingly, "but that's still fairly impressive. Does he have any spare time today? I could go and give him a hand, after I've dropped Valkyrie off at school. Given his situation it isn't really wise for him to experiment without initial guidance."

Dexter looked wordlessly at Ghastly, trying very hard to ignore the conversation happening behind him. If he had the voice he probably would have been making little strangled noises. As it was he was just slump-shouldered and rather ashen. Then something like exasperation cross his face and he reached out to grip Ghastly's arm hard, groping for the pencil and paper on the desk.

I got drunk with GOD. S. is IN LOVE. With an angel? And I don't have a voice. Everything's just fine and dandy. CAN I GO HOME NOW?