Alright then. Judas made a face behind her back at the bluntness of her words as he shut the door behind her. "Maybe you've got to the point where I like what you can do," he said, going to where his laptop sat on the coffee table, this time clear of empty beer cans. "Training a new one is too much hassle. Especially if I have to find a therapist as well." Not that therapy would ever help. If Saint Agatha trying to talk him through his faith with her big soulful eyes hadn't helped, some basic mortal wasn't going to either.