"Thank the Maker, at least I don't have to deal with that."

Alistair heaved a sigh, sending a glance toward the ceiling. "I've had enough with the 'risking my life' business. Probably already dead. It's not an experience I want to go through again-- So hear that, Maker Above Almighty Etcetera?"

He wagged a finger in the sky's general direction, following it with a glare.

"No more of that."