Steadman held up his hands and chuckled. "Peace, sir, peace! Any more of this conversation shall posin my brain!" Smiled at Conan. "If that's what you wish, mind you, you are just baby sitting a stubborn mule. You don't have a stick or a carrot." He reached into his pocket and scribbled down the bit about the mule. "Plus, I never knew she was married! I swear! I swear on my little notebook of wisdom!" Suddenly his head turned and he smiled. "Be right back, lad." He tugged his collar away and sprinted off into the streets yelling. "Hey! Hey you! It's me! Remember me?" He stopped at the back of a florists. "Clara! Remember me?" He hugged her, but remained weary. I think you can guess why, who she is married to. "Good lord I haven't seen you in ages. Now, onto business. Is your black butcher of a husband around here. I don't think he should see what will happen next."