[Watch the immortal who should be used to compliments turn slightly pink, and shrug modestly.]

There might not be anything like a glass cage, but maybe there's a cabinet someone could toss rats into every so often. [She's cringing a little at the thought. Don't listen, Roland. On the other hand, making sure it's fed means it won't go after everyone else. In theory.] It's something for me to occupy my time with, at least.