“Yes.” There was no sarcasm in Matthew’s voice this time. “I’m sorry.”
Gavin waved the apology off. “Don’t be sorry, just be smart. That won’t be hard for you. I didn’t choose you to come along on this venture just because you’re nice to look at.”
Once again Gavin lifted the TV controller, but Matthew snagged it. “Well, gee, thank you. But before you get back to your reality shows or whatever the Hades it is that box has that holds your interest so completely, tell me something?”
Gavin shrugged, “Sure?”
“So let’s say that I get the whole ‘no religious superstition’ part of this. No crosses, no holy water. Fine. But what about the rest of it? No spontaneous morphing into a bat?” He waited for Gavin’s glare of disgust. “Okay. So no. What about invisibility?”
Gavin rolled his eyes. “No.
