Giving Rush a tight smile, Chris said, "And you know what else is probably back at the scene with your car? That demon. Your car is going to have to wait." He didn't even bother dignifying the license thing with a response. He was a cop now, of course he was going to be carrying ID on him even if he wasn't used to driving around anywhere except for novelty and hanging out with nonmagical friends.

That response about side-effects of Rush's power got a thoughtful narrowing of eyes, then a quick indignant look. "No way," Chris said. "You want to put a magical tracker on me by using your power?"