[Okay, he's got to smile genuinely at that. She's certainly got some spunk.]

I don't think you'll want to be doing that. Punch him in the face and he'll certainly turn you into dust. I'm not sure how your body would handle taking a blast of that magnitude, and he does not care if anyone in this enclosure lives or dies. But, I think that was made obvious. I'll take care of him if he happens to ever show up here.

But perhaps, for good measure, after I've beaten him senseless, I'll let you have a few shots in on him to add insult to injury. Or anyone else who wants to have a little fun, for that matter. Just as long as I get to do him in.

How does that sound?