Ray chuckled. "No no...your stamina, your agility, strength. They could use a man like you. They would love your power, if only they weren't banditas and the like." A light flickered on, and showed the angel's shadow on the wall. His one wing flapped idly. "And...maybe that. I mean...you do indeed fill a niche." Ray reached behind him, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He offered it to Dubaku, after taking a sip.