Sookie would whack him a good one, you don't say those words inside a church. (Not that her attempts at correction ever once stopped Jason or Tara, but she lives in hope.)

"Well, I know that. But somebody oughta be watching out for you, just until this whole thing is over. I mean, sunscreen's just the tip of the iceberg, sweetie. Bein' a human's tough, and you're out of practice." What could sound condescending is just worried, because Sookie has attached herself to Angel and he can't escape being mommed to death. A particular skepticism about mens' ability to take care of themselves without a women prodding them is something Sookie was weaned on.

"No, it's beautiful!" Careful to keep her shields strong, Sookie lays a gentle hand on his forearm. "Your thoughts are in Irish, like that nickname you call me sometimes? It's pretty, it really is. Like a song, almost."