[John nods, leaning back in his splintering chair with his feet propped up on the display case.]

All right. That's something between you two, not my place to meddle. That said, be careful because if you get your soul ripped out, she's going to make me come along to rescue you. Bet she won't even get me any good cigarettes or drink for the whole effort.

She might have a twitch for magic. You want a full stop on that too?