Becky laughs softly. "Sweetie, he's not someone that can be helped, he's like a damned cancer, rotting everything he goes near... ugh, it took decades to wash the stink of his... well, just him... from my skin. Ugh, that was time well wasted..." she rolls her silvery grey eyes. "The only help I could use is an old fashioned Vindicator... maybe a high grade Valliance IV..." She smiles. "Ah the old days of heavenly weaponary... now THEY were things you could smite the wicked with." She pulls herself from her reverie. "Aaaaanyway... sweet offer, but nothing can be done."