Very.

After scratching his ear with his back paw, he sets it down and stares at you blankly. "Yes."

You put your hands together in front of your face and exhale loudly. "Let me explain to you why this is a bad idea. First, it's ****. **** is always bad. Second, she's a cop. She's seen my face. When she wakes up and figures out that she's been ****, I'll get arrested for real and go to prison. You can't get me out of prison. Not without creating a massive manhunt. I'll be too busy running for my life, to have any sort of freedom to be picking women up."

"Then I alter her memories," comes the cool reply. "She'll only remember the accident and meeting a madman. She won't remember your face."

"Third, she won't have to." You snap at him. "There's this thing called DNA. All they have to get a swab down there and poof! I'm off to prison, later rather sooner."

"Well, alternatively, we could let that concussion run it's course and leave her comatose in your basement. She doesn't need to be awake to serve her purpose as a broodmare."

You gawk at him. That is fucked up on so many levels. "No," you answer flatly. "No, I am not going to have anything to do with this woman."