and it's very hard to bristle effectively whilst typing, I can tell you.

Don Strabo, you seem to forget that I once goddessed myself, though at a lesser site. Once you have been kissed by that divine light, you are forever altered, and though you are a holyman, I need to pay heed to what the goddess/sister/woman says, lest I be degodded forever, and believe me, walking the streets of hell with he-who-shall-not-be-named is a picnic compared to that unthinkable horror.

Resigning is never an option when you have given your word. Being resigned is quite another kettle of kilts, as they say. Or was it goats?