Wesley says that he knows who Bryce is because he reads the business pages, and asks what Bryce wants. Bryce says, "You help people, I need help. Protection for someone very dear to me." Benny hands Wesley a drink. It's a yummy glass full of tomato juice. I mean, blood. Ew. Wesley says, "I don't usually...drink in front of humans." Bryce insists: "Don't insult me. Go on; it's fresh." If I were Wesley, I'd start asking where exactly Bryce got this glass full of fresh blood, because as a nice soul-y vampire, I don't want other people getting killed or hurt or losing their precious bodily fluids just so that Bryce can impress me with how well-stocked his bar is. But if I were Wesley, I'd wrestle Benny's gun away and shoot myself, so there you are. Wesley takes a few gulps of the blood and gasps, "Dear God...that's...nummy." Bryce explains that his software and cable network are just fronts: "The family money comes from wizardry." For the next few minutes, Wesley makes some unpleasant burping noises and assorted unhappy faces, while Bryce explains, "My great-grandfather created our first spell in his garage. A simple tallness illusion. Now it's all custom design work for people with the right money." The right money? Not the right amount, just generally "right." He continues, "You see someone in this town with looks and talent, chances are we provided one of 'em." Wesley points out that he works for the WB, and rarely encounters that particular combination of traits. While both Bryce and Benny are looking elsewhere, Wesley dumps the contents of his glass into a nearby vase. Which is, naturally, clear, so everyone can see that the water has acquired a pinkish tone. Wesley positions himself to block Bryce's view of the vase. Bryce says that in the course of business, he's made some enemies. Wesley asks if the man who just left is one of those enemies. Bryce explains that Paul's last name is Lanier, and that "his firm's in wish-granting." I'm disappointed when the closed captioning confirms that Paul's last name isn't spelled "Lennier," as in Lennier of the Third Fane of Chu'Domo. Well, they can't all be shout-outs. He finally gets to the point: "Someone is threatening my daughter. My only family. Maybe it's Lanier, maybe it's Briggs over at Consolidated Curses." Heh. I'm suddenly brought out of my post-Lanier depression by the sound of another familiar name. Briggs! My phone rings. It's Djb, calling to say, "Hi, Bobby." I hang up, because whether it's Bobby Briggs or Joe Bob himself, if he turns up on this show I'm keeping him all to myself. I turn my attention back to the show I'm supposed to be discussing. Sorry. I'm a little sleep-deprived. Oh, that wacky election. Where were we? Um, Bryce wants Wesley to protect his daughter, and isn't inclined to take no for an answer. See, you didn't miss a thing.