Bob eyed Saporta up and down. Seriously? Seriously? Sure, the man was out of it, but was he honestly that out of it? Well, apparently. "Yes... That would be why he kept getting angry when it looked like I'd done something to you. And why he settled down when he got in bed with you. You're a security bear." He'd thought it was pretty obvious and straight-forward, but apparently not. "Also, why we should probably stun him again so I can fix your injuries without him waking and attacking." Much as he wanted to work out what was ailing Beckett and find a cure, Bob hated feeling useless the way did with Saporta.
"If there are thunderbirds in America and impundulu in Africa," Bob grumbled, "you'd think there'd be some European counterpart as well. What if we tried the opposite of fire and gave him a bath? He hasn't done water magic so far, just fire and breaking simple spells. Maybe water will weaken whatever he's got."