"Actually," Kiki answered quietly, "I don't have any illusions about Mr. Crowley. I know who he is, what he is, and what his job is. But he is still my friend, and I am loyal to him, as much as I am loyal to Phoebe."

Kiki sighed a little and sat back in her chair, her hands folded in her lap. "Don't you think," she said after a moment, "that you're paying Phoebe a rather gross insult by saying that? You are, essentially, telling her that you don't trust her, you don't trust her judgement, and you don't think that she's incapable of thinking, deciding, or choosing for herself. I understand you want to protect her, but when that crosses the line into condemning her as incompetent, then there's something very wrong with the situation. Do you think Phoebe is incompetent?"