(Pissed Off) - How’s about this: you lie here, wait until the ghosts of our men return, then they can see how far you’ve fallen for themselves. You think because you were my superior, I’d go down so easily? Heh, well here’s the difference between you and me: after you left, you spent your years fat and happy ordering around your cute little band of marauders around town, while I trained daily… Just like the old days. You’re rusty, William. 

I’ve dealt with enough sales pitches in my life, lady, and frankly -- I can see right through those snake-eyes of yours to determine you want someone with a soul gone. In that case, go ahead and tell me who and how. 

What’s with all the secrecy? If you’ve got a picture of this John Doe, I can clip him before lunchtime, and this is coming from someone who only gets word of mouth descriptions.