Not entirely, but there may be a time when I can. There was, alas, one time when I had an apprentice that I sadly had to foreswear. Torch, she called herself. She was from Des Moines, Iowa. I knew it not at the time, but she was doing drugs in her Mundane life, and was rather violent for a woman.... When it became clear that I could not control her alone, I was forced to have someone step in on my behalf who accoridngly summon'd ye cops, who in turn busted her and her brother, whom I found fighting with one another on her last day as a visitor to the hovel. (Her brother was visiting from Des Moines, you see; 'twas from him that I learned her dark past.)
The moral here, SithAvenger, is simply this: the apprentice ye seek out may one day destroy you. Just ask Leonardo da Vinci. (As for Donald Trump, methinks you know where I stand re that expletive deleted show.)
Master Blackwolf