Conan rolled his eyes at both of them. "Why would you even mention poison? You know how she gets." Man he needed a nap after dealing with this. With another annoyed grunt he decided on a plan to hopefully bring the situation to a satisfying end. Turning to the woman named Clara his voice took on its ever rare authoritative tone. "Unfortunately ma'am your husband poses a threat to one of our crew and as long as he's out there plotting to kill said member I can't very well continue to let him cause problems for us." He pointed to Simona. "So next time he shows his face, I'm going to let Simmy here poison him, or I'll eat him." Transforming his teeth into fangs to accentuate the point." Whichever happens to come first. So I offer you one alternative: you cease messing around with our fool of doctor; which is what started this whole situation in the first place, and go tell your husband to give up on his quest for vengeance because if he crosses our path again he dies regardless of what our doctor says."