Well, I can get a bunch of cultists, CEOs, time travelers, and similarly super-powered ne'er-do-wells to fall into my lap, so I don't see why I couldn't get another dude.

But trust me, if I ended up with some doe-eyed little creep, I'd probably have to rip off his face as an instinctual reflex. The life of weird green-blue hair, magical girls and cherry blossoms is not the life for me.