"Sh--Hedwig!" That's just what Danny needs, the good Lord hearing about Hedwig's wanton side business. "He didn't mean pay," he reassures the ceiling, "don't listen to him, okay. I'll check back in later, amen."

If Hedwig's going to start talking about sodomy, then Danny definitely doesn't want the spiritual phone line to remain open between him and the heavens.

He pinches his eyes, then drops the hand to his chest, his other twitching minutely as Hedwig tickles his skin.

"What's the prostate got to do with it?"