"So, you're planning on keeping it then? Good. I was [i]so[/i] bored back home. This should be fun. Oh look, a policeman."

He grins at Shae's panic as the man approaches at watches her struggle to answer. He looks over the man's shoulder as he writes, then nods to himself.

"Other humans with Death Notes? If there were, I couldn't tell you. I'm not allowed. One of the rules. But you won't be able to see their Shinigami just because you've touched my Note. You'll have to touch theirs, so you can't find out that way. Since I know you're keeping the note... there [i]is[/i] a way you'd be able to know."

He leans down into her face again and grins. When he next speaks, his voice is little more than a hissing whisper.

"There is a deal. Should you choose to accept it, you will gain the Shinigami power to see the name and lifespan of anyone you look upon. The owners of a Death Note will not have a visible lifespan, so you will know if you ever see them. And you will be able to kill someone even just from seeing a photo of them. The price for the Eyes of the Shinigami... is half your lifespan. Are you willing to make the trade?"

His right hand moves up and hovers near her eyes, fingers bent slightly into claws. He remains silently in the same position, staring at her with his solid black eyes.