John gave you a sharp grin, a cigarette sticking out of one corner of his mouth.

"Look, love. I didn't mean to tie our souls together. Mistakes happen. But while we're like this, we may as well work together," he said. "Two birds, yeah?"

He had been trying to convince you to help him with this case for weeks, though you refused. Now, thanks to a magical ritual 'gone wrong', your souls were tied. And you couldn't leave him. So you'd have to help him, whether you wanted to or not. He shot you a wink, unable to totally keep the smug look off of his face.

"Come on, for old time's sake, help a bastard out. I'll figure out how to separate us just as soon as this case is closed."