"I hate antique shops," Sofia admitted. "They either aren't aware of what they're selling, or the shop owner is some evil arse and is selling the bad juju with some dark purpose in mind." Sofia brushed back a lock of her short bob and pressed her lips together. "And now the man is tossing out fire like Iceman does ice." Sofia stood up again. "Okay. We'll need to go into the library and the lab to collect some supplies, but I think we can exorcise the hell - literally, ha - out of this person. Give his wife their regularly scheduled unkinky sex back."