Attacks on my person by demons seem to be overwhelmingly in the category of my business. Don't you have a job? I am certain you have a job. Perhaps you could instruct Amanda on less consuming ways to ward her room rather than bothering with uncooperative people like me.

I am so inclined to take your word on what you tell "Miss Sefton", by the way. So very, very inclined. Often, I feel the inclination becoming stronger.

No, no, not the psychic weapons -- I wouldn't want you to strain yourself. Why don't you just conjure up some brownies or something? It might be a little more your speed.

Sincerely wishing you would go away,

Illyana Rasputin