"Well, we're basically those, only men." Not that Harry had any idea what that might suggest about him to Nida. He was more intent on what was inside him, because that physical touch told the wizard that much: there was something inside this perfectly normal human, and by the familiar feeling there, it had been invited. It was powerful, possibly ancient, but benevolent. If he wanted to get anything else, he'd have to open up his Sight, and that was a can of worms he'd rather leave on the shelf for now.

He does smile, though, thinking of his own recent quasi-possession, and the hole he still felt where the fallen angel's shade had dwelled.

"So, this is probably forward, but did you know you were possessed?"