"Preeetty much whatever you want," is his response, and he carefully sets his basket down in what seems like a safe enough place, a short distance in front of the manor. "Well, except for, you know, raising the dead. That, I can't do, which is probably for the best, since I can think of a whole lot of people who'd be pretty pissed if I ever gave it a shot. Like, that's the kind of breakup talk you can never really come back from, you feel me?"