"Mostly, I'm not strong enough to even make a dent. Trust me, I tried... all that happens is I get tired, and my hands and feet get sore." Erevan shrugs. "What can I say? The ladies love me." He then barks a laugh. "Her? Stir crazy? Hah, hardly. I'd be more worried about her getting tired of going on wild adventures and seeing exotic places." "I already am, you crazy bastard. Just once, could we go somewhere where people aren't trying to kill us? Me, especially?" "Oh, relax. Have I let you die, yet?" "Yes! Twice!" "And I raised you each time, didn't I? No harm, no foul." "No harm except the scars, and the memory. Dying HURTS!"