Allelujah shrugged at Heine in response to Badou's words. Really, what else was there to do? He certainly wasn't going to argue with someone who could make him sparkle for the rest of the day. It just wasn't worth the pain and suffering for everyone involved. "At least it balances out?" he offered. "People wanting to kill you versus your own personal harem of professional killers." Seemed like a fair trade to him.

He smirked at the protest, leaning back in his chair and trying to stifle a laugh. "Are you sure? I think it's exactly how it works."