"God of Mischief indeed," she grumbled, and turned on Nick. "Your agent was dead long before that body set foot in my house! If you want to blame someone, blame that rancid whoretwat wench who spent three hundred years fucking up one of my boys so badly, his personality's damn near done a one-eighty on me and it's still not safe to bring him back here until Ed and I are certain he's stable enough to be around others. Yes, that body's kinda pulverized, so take the corpse and get out, it doesn't have to be treated like a crime scene!"