Botis listened to everything Ciara had to say. She admitted she was still young and inexperienced, or at least not as good as the most famous witches and conjurers around. But through all of that she sounded wise for her age and experience. And to add to that she was a lovely sight to look upon, which pleased Botis, it had been a long time since he had seen such a young and beautiful human woman.

Botis sighed as Ciara explained that he would need to use his power to summon himself to the middleworld. But somehow it didn't bother him as much anymore. He seemed intrigued by the approach Ciara took, it was one he had never seen before, one filled with determination.

"So you expect me to summon myself? Jeez that is really a drag." 

He broke eye contact by closing his eyes to think. He opened his eyes again and looked at Ciara with a big smile, one that really seemed like a friendly and accepting smile, yet also had a creepy undertone to it.

"I guess it will be interesting to see you develop into a powerful witch, and with my influence you might even become the best. Thus with that said, I, the great Count Botis, president and earl of Hell, will accept you as my mistress."

He grabbed the hand of Ciara and kissed it.

"May it be my honor."