Give him the dissection tools

"Actually, I might have something you'd like..." Hannah asked, nervously taking out the dissection tools from her skirt's pockets and presenting them to him.

Dr. Faustus grinned before he exclaimed, "Oh, you shouldn't have!" and eagerly took them from her hands.

"Also, I've learned of those suits and charges against you. All 27 of them. And I did not know you'd get away from all of that scot-free." She said, even after setting the escargot and the spork on his desk.

"Oh, I believe myself to be quite untouchable. I mean, my pristine career would be in absolute tatters if I got convicted!" Dr. Faustus told her.

"But you know," he added. "I would absolutely LOVE to return to my 'duties', but unfortunately, I can't... unless I beat the Goddess of Secrets herself and win this whole tournament."

"What do you mean?"

"If you'd be so nice enough to help with my little dilemma, I might give you a nice little makeover. What do you say?"

Hannah blinked before cupping her chin in thought.