"My only option is that other Ras, right? Knowing what I do about the native Ras, as you put it, doesn't exactly inspire confidence." He looked up at her and shook his head. "I've been busy with Britomart, trying to be good to her and... apparently it's all been for nothing, she's felt none of it. You don't have to ask me to do the job I agreed to do, I go every time I'm called on by Jessica to assist her. I go, I kill who needs to be killed, talk to who needs a voice of reason, and heal whoever has been injured. And then I come home and drink with Britomart until the disgust goes away. And try to be a good husband."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>