Moxxi comes to you begging, on hands and knees and all that jazz, that you take her back, that she's sorry, whatever. What do you do?

“Tell her, sorry, honey! But the Jack Train has left the station. You missed your chance with this rich and handsome piece of ass, and now you gotta live with that decision.

One hell of a question though. She hasn’t, uhh.. been saying anything about me lately, has she?“