"Sloth," he said simply. There was no need to lie, and she would probably be able to find out pretty quickly on her own after the contract had been made. "But don't worry," a seemingly pointless expression nowadays, "you won't be walking around in a fatigued stupor and sleeping 20 hours a day. I can limit the effects of my... presence. At most you might be a little more tired than usual." He gave an incredibly light frown. "I would begin to discuss any... more drastic consequences on your mind on a long-term basis of several years or more, but for now, maybe just drink more coffee." He kept silent for a moment. "Or eat apples. Those help," he said, not realizing that vague amount of awkwardness was now present in his voice. "Well, not that I would really [i]know[/i], human food tastes like ash to me, but I have heard." He cleared his throat. "But I digress. My loyalties towards my... 'fellow demons'," he said that with the small hint of sardon, "are strained, to say the least." He was aware how vague that was, but it was a long story that led to other long stories, and they didn't have the time for that. "And angels would rather vanquish anything remotely demonic on sight -- I would have to be insane to affiliate myself with those over-zealous fanatics." He said this as the Warded Woman set up the circle, and nodded when she said she would help keep him there in his true form temporarily. 

He noted with mild interest in his head that something just happened to a nearby demon. Disappeared. There was definitely something out there that he did not wish to deal with, but that would have to wait. He looked around and found a chair to sit down in -- if he was going to exit George, it would be rather rude to just have the man flop down onto the ground unconscious. Might hurt himself. Before sitting down, he turned his neck slightly towards the direction of the woman -- but didn't look directly at her. "I understand it may be required for the connection -- but avert your eyes from me the very second possible. To a human accustomed to seeing demons, it is not necessarily scary... Yes, 'scary' is not the right word. 'Unhinging', maybe. 'Harrowing', perhaps. I am afraid an appropriate English descriptive term fails to properly encapsulate it." He sat down in the chair, giving his host a moment of mental gratitude for his -- albeit, unwitting -- assistance. "Don't stare for long. The abyss stares back."

With a simple thought, Ignavas exited thing man's brain. George fell unconscious in the chair, and Ig seemed like he had disappeared -- a momentary thing as he took a moment to latch onto the surrounding power, and then it took a few seconds for his to appear, as if fading into existence. He held his arms out in front of his face, both comfortable and distressing to be back in his contradiction of a body. Looking at Ignavas in his true form was akin to staring at a walking paradox. He had no true shape -- yet at the same time had many. His being seemed to morph and move with each passing millisecond -- yet he also stayed the same. He wasn't there, yet he was. His body seemed to be a pure black -- yet he also enveloped every colour possible. It was like staring into a being made of static. But that was not an apt description. The only thing that a human being could make any conceivable sense out of was the blanched white eyes – soulless and deep, but comforting in a being that the eyes could not truly comprehend.

He ‘moved’ to the correct position in front of the circle, and held his ‘hands’ out to the Warded Woman. When everything was ready, he began to recite his terms of the contract. His voice was different from when inside his previous host – it was quieter and soft-spoken, but at the same time clearer and distinct. Everything they had discussed, from what he would supply her with, to the conditions for breaking the contract, were stated yet again, and worded in the exact same ways.

[i]“Fully understanding the terms of our contract – do you accept?”[/i]