Carla held up a hand. "I don’t want to get into that old argument." she told him curtly. "I don’t have the time right now. I’ve got a news story to pursue." She stood. "You can help me, if you like. But I don’t want to have to worry about you getting killed mucking about with uncontrollable spirits. I’d rather know you were tucked inside your shop, safe behind its wards."