Ignavas nodded, glad that the woman was willing to listen to reason. This was a very dangerous times for Sensitives – disregarding a demon’s help on the simple basis of them being demons was not a mistake many could afford to make. Disregarding a demon’s help because said help was not worth it seemed like the only logical reason to ignore it. Anything else was just ideological nonsense.

He followed the Warded Woman – a name he quite liked, but wouldn't be so stupid enough to use in regular conversation – to her safe house. He regarded the wards she also had scribed into her house with a certain degree of respect – any demon or angel worth their salt would be able to eventually get in… key word ‘eventually’.

Entering the room, he knew his explanation would be key. Terms and conditions time.

“The contract entails my abilities and prowess to be used to protect you upon any adverse contact – of which, there will undoubtedly soon be a striking rise in. I will, essentially, be yours to order. Your own personal attack dog. You will also be able to gain any information or knowledge that I wish to impart to you – although it’s not an open book. That would invite madness.” He cleared his throat, not wishing to digress further. “Of course, you may already know all this. What you want to know is what I'm benefiting – and I assure you, I have no desire for your soul.” He rubbed his forehead, trying to push away the constant fatigue eating away at him. He was so tired. Always, so very tired.

“It is quaint. In the grand scheme of your goals, my desire does not impede it at all. What I want is to experience a different perspective. For any claim of my own is slowly fading into nothing.” He did not wish to allow for any confusion, but he was sure there would be many. “Simply put, I wish to share your brain, but not control it.”