When Harry's staff hit the floor, there was no doubt left about the power behind it. The wisp of smoke that spiraled from the tip was quickly controlled, but his temper was still on edge. He turned on Pam and Constantine both. "I don't give a flying fuck about you or your pride. Masaka came damned close to killing him the last time they met. There will not be a repeat performance of that as long as I'm here to stop it."
"An' how likely is he to do what you ask and not come here?" John said quietly, shaking his head. "Hate to say it, but I agree with the Warden. We know he's out of the way or we don't call the Ghede. Too much power, too much trouble."