Oh right, like I'm going to tell the Sheriff of this backwater hellhole how to re-soul someone. You're not as subtle as you think, love. [ An eyeroll and a mouthful of whiskey and then he proves yet again why his plans never seem to work. ]
Who am I kidding... it's not like it's some great big bloody secret. Gypsy curse. He didn't get it back, he was cursed with it.