Preening. Oh. So that's why he'd been staring at Shaun's feathers. He knew Rebecca did most of that for him. But territorial? Hell, he already was. Wherever the others were, that's where home was, and damned if he was going to let a bunch of Templars or ancient ghost wizards take that away from him.

Desmond put the demolished apple core aside. He felt better, at least. Not about to pass out. "I already know about the raptor guy on Youtube recording his hunts on deer and PETA freaking out about it, if that's what you're wondering. What keywords do I have to look out for?"