I CAN HANDLE SPICE! WATCH, GO GET SOME RIGHT NOW. I CAN DO IT.

SHE'LL NEVER CATCH HIM

[N E R V O U S S T A R I N G] I- Alright. Let's do this.

Okay. He can do this. Just as simple as.. OH NO. "Whew.. ..That's got some kick-" COUGH. COUGH.

"..That's pretty spicy. Can't tell me otherwise."

Silence. Cold, dead silence. "...oh."

He's used to stepping in traps, this is nothing to him.

Aren't there any survivors who would make a better meal?

Your sweet words fall silent upon my ears.

And I will continue to ignore your words. You can't woo me, witch.

He welcomes her to try. She won't succeed.

So does he.

He should help, but he finds this quite amusing.

Does she want his help? Be can carry the body. For a price, of course.

Well, he needs someone to crawl behind one of his machines. He dropped a set of tools back there, and he's too big to reach it.

It's back at his estate, near his workspace. They can go after he helps her with the body - don't want it to spoil, afterall.

Prayer in the name of our Lord and savior.

Tissue?

Here. [Cue the large brute digging around his pocket, pulling out a clean, unstained rag] It's the only thing I have not covered in oil, sweat, or blood.