Everyone does have limits to their power. Joss is keenly aware of his. The Daylight ring he wears on a chain around his neck protects him from the sun, and unless there’s fire, wooden stakes through the heart, of decapitation in his future he should be all right.

But he’s not immortal. Not really. Just exceptionally well-preserved.

“I’ll be all right,” he says again, more gently. “And if I’m not, I’m determined to go out in a truly spectacular fashion.”

He snorts.

“Will do. Though I’m meant to be watching children so I doubt there will be much to come by.”