He gave the cleric a glare that was invisible through the screen, but the pause before his reply likely spoke even louder. "Sure, if one of them wasn't trying to siphon off my soul, another would literally burn down the town if she isn't impressed, and the last is likely mind controlled into doing so, and likely wouldn't otherwise have given me the time of day. So yes, call me jaded, please, it is the only thing keeping me from descending into a pit of rage.<br/><br/>And it would be a 'worthy sacrifice' if I got more out of it than scars, more cynicism, and an ulcer. Forgive me for wanting a bit more out of life than sex, drugs, and a badly trained bard playing a rendition of 'Ride of the Valkyries' on an out of tune hurdy-gurdy."