[ And suddenly that A Rank Strength stat comes into play to which Jeanne literally SHOVES Seiya down onto the bar counter and pinning his shoulders with both hands as a wicked grin forms across her face. ]

Good! GOOD! Then THIS contract is complete! I'll drain you all of your mana that you can supply and pray to whatever God that can listen for you to make it stop! Of course... that is if God is even listening at all!

Happy Holidays, O Saint Seiya. A blasphemer has come to return the favor in kind!

[ And by that, she means that she'll be going down to put the French in french kissing. She's going to get ALL up in that cosmos! ]