"Guess we have all been through a kind of trial by fire," he says, drumming his fingers on the table thoughtfully. At the end of the day he's still not sure how useful his being really good at guns and not dying (barring two exceptions now) is when it comes to breaking a demonic or potentially old-god-bullshit curse, but he has some faith in Mortanne's judgment. Someone has to be the dumb muscle, he guesses.

Anyway. He shakes his head, smiling.

"I think it's great that you two found each other here, by the way. That's something pretty special."