"No, I can't hear thoughts. I'm not a telepath. Besides, I don't actually want to be in your head--and that's like a huge violation of personal space don't you think?"

Chris rolled his eyes and suppressed the urge to give his new charge a look. At least he was cooperating. "Well it's a bit of a mash up between my definition of trouble and yours. It goes both ways. You get to call me too, intentionally or unintentionally. But my definition of trouble? Hurt, injured, emotionally or magically compromised. Depending on the strength of the bond Whitelighters can usually tell when something's 'off'. Trust me, we're totally not there yet. And lucky cat. I wonder if that bed's any better than this one."