"Well... that's good." She's glad that he's not pissed now - mostly because she doesn't really know how much she could handle it if he was. Les doesn't get mad all that often, and it's disconcerting to say the least.

She leans back against the bottom of his couch, and looks at him for a long second. "You know, I thought about it a lot. Why people didn't notice, and then I realised-- like... if you just suddenly were acting different, I'd assume that there was something going on, not that you were having your soul sucked out by some weird witch lady. You know? Nobody's to blame except the witch."