Bella regards her impassively.

"Wouldn't have to do much, like... what?"

"You'd have to convince me you weren't going to hurt anybody," says Bella. "But then, that's what you'd have to do to get off this planet for more than fifteen seconds in the first place, so I don't think it's a tall order."

"And what, starve? Ugh," says Glory.

"So you're saying you have to hurt people to survive?"

"I don't suck brains for fun, you know!"

"And you have to do that even at home, it's not some side effect of being in this dimension?"

Glory makes a 'yes, duh' face.

Bella makes a broad gesture. "Supposing I fixed that?"

Glory makes a disbelieving face!

"No, seriously, indulge me, if I fixed that and you weren't going to starve without brainsucking people and I extracted you from your human host and brought you home. Would you hurt anybody?"

"Um... do you know who I am?" Glory wonders.

"You're a hellgod named Glory who's been fucking around in ways of which I do not approve. I would like that to stop. I am investigating ways to stop it. If I can do it by giving you nice presents instead of killing you, that's grand, isn't it?" Her aura ripples a little at "killing you", then subsides. Her aura is more interested in advertising that she can kill people than that she can give them nice presents.

"That's a terrible pity."

Glory scowls.

"Are you going to answer my question about what you'd do if I sent you home and you didn't have to brainsuck people?"

"No," sniffs Glory.

"Then I guess I can't send you home," sighs Bella. "I guess I'll have to set something up to box you in here, or maybe someplace else."

Glory seems annoyed, but not overly worried.

"At least Ben'll be happy when I've got you out of him," mutters Bella, thinking of wish designs.

Glory snorts and shakes her head.

Bella runs her confine-Glory-to-this-area-of-Mercury wish by Sherlock for double checking, by brainphone. [Look good?]

[Entirely.]