The demon tilted his head as he stared unblinkingly at her, his black eyes bore in to her own as he recited,

"Any desire is yours for the ultimate sacrifice. No barters will be accepted. Once the soul is sold it cannot be returned. Once the contract is signed the engagement is final. However-" and his gaze was suddenly distant as he recalled something, "a soul can be bought back only in place of another, willing replacement."

Vaylian focused back on the client, his tail unwound from behind him and swished about, although it did not pass over the salt barrier.

"Simple, straightforward terms. Your decision?" With a wave of a hand a parchment soon appeared from his palm, which he held out to her with the cup. A quill pen jutted out from between his fingers for her to sign with.

Invasively he stared at her, waiting patiently for a reply.