The five of them- Suzy, Henry, Verity, Nick, and Takeo- sit in the living room listening to the recording of Henry/ Nick's music. Takeo is the only one of them who listens with any pleasure. Suz and Nick look disappointed, Verity bored, and Henry is realizing a copy of Nick's singing is even worse than the original. Potter the cat wanders in, dramatically moans, coughs up an enormous hair ball, then runs out, the little fucker. Suzy jumps up to clean it; even she is so unentranced by his music that she can't leave a hairball for later. Jesus, even the cat is a critic. The music he makes is meant to be sung by someone with a decent voice, not that it really matters anymore he supposes.
While Suz is out of the room on hairball duty, Henry tells Verity, "Get Takeo's number for me. Tell him it's for me." Of course she does. Feeling a shadow of guilt, he thinks he should have asked her to get the phone number rather than told her so she could have said no. Verity bops back over to him and lays the scrap of paper with Takeo's number on the end table so he can read it. He memorizes it. Takeo is grinning wildly in his general direction so he must know Henry plans to take him up on the offer of his body.
Suz deftly sprays some sort of carpet cleaner on the rug as Verity pipes up, "So these guys can know about Henry but Elvis can't?"
Suzy looks up, big eyed, a deer in the headlights. Henry can deal with this for her. "They're psychics, love, which means they know about ghosts in general so they know about me."
Takeo blurts, "Elvis! Is he here too?"
Verity and Henry enjoy a good laugh while Suz explains, "Not that Elvis- my son," adding "and he'll be back soon so you'll have to leave." Henry enjoys her Suzyesque dismissal of them.
After he sings Ver to sleep and he and Suz are getting ready for bed, or rather she gets ready because all he really does is lie on his side of the bed, Suz says, "Maybe you should possess me. I can sing."
Henry remembers her enthusiastic rendition of some hokey school song in front of a crowd of his fans. It was woeful, although it might have been more the choice of material instead of a lack of ability. He doesn't, however, like the thought of possessing her. He winks at her. "Sorry Suz, but if I'm going to be inside your body, for once I'd prefer a more tradition route."
She beams at him. Christ but that smile has become his drug of choice. She opens the closet door then, saying, "Maybe we DO need Cally, just for the music."
He shouts, "NO CALLY!"
She keeps her back to him and murmurs "Right," saying nothing else. Now she won't even look at him. Shit.
He softly says, "Suz?"
She doesn't answer. He casts about for a way to bridge over the fact he had just yelled at her. "Hey Suz, would you wear that red nightgown tonight?"
She looks at him angrily. "My pajamas aren't sexy enough for you?"
Oh crap. "You're too damned sexy in pajamas, especially the ones with yellow duckies. It makes me worry about my sanity." She's grinning full beautiful voltage at him now.