Bob turns and chuckles, as she holds out both hands, one holding a pure black crystal, clearly ringing with magical energy, as well as a number of other supplies, which would undoubtedly fulfil whatever task Bug had in mind, most likely better than he could otherwise have hoped for, the other hand empty. Long claws extend from the empty hand, and her smile is a knowing one, as her eyes turn red. Slowly, black runes and letters move over her skin, which turns pale as paper, as her eyes flicker to a familiar bright red. "Oh, you know how I love making deals! The best in the Multiverse for you, my dear, in exchange for..... a favor. Just a small one. A prick of your blood will do to sign it, my dear, you know how I do things." One of Bob's many names was The Contractor. The reason for this was simple. She loved contracts, and the contracts she made, while requiring the consent of the dealer, could not be broken. Once one entered the contract of their own free will, they effectively pledged their free will to the contract, and whatever their true intentions were, their will would always direct them to complete the contract. More powerful than any control over the body, or any death threat, those bound would be warped into WANTING to complete the contract, should they attempt to break it.

Mia simply stepped forward, as she tossed a crystal at Bug. "it's used, but I'm sure you don't mind. I actually like the old man." Other than Bob shooting Mia an annoyed look, there weren't any consequences to the action. Normally, the fickle Bob would most likely have inflicted some form of punishment, but punishing someone who loved pain as much as Mia did became a complex task in and of itself. 

Genocide, as he walked away, didn't even send a glance backwards. "Well done, you've figured out I'm the bad guy. I'm sure there's a prize for that out there somewhere. Of course, you could simply ignore me, and go on with whatever you were planning on doing to stop me. But doing so would leave Drac in a place where his magic is worthless, where he's nothing but another human, at best. At worst, he's just another corpse, without any magic keeping him alive. But I suppose that's not my problem." He holds up one hand, as he waves absentmindedly, stepping through one of the many portals leading out of the Lounge. "Of course this is a ploy, but you'll go anyway. It's the only chance of you finding your friend back. You're the good guys, after all."

With that, he's gone.

Mia instantly turns to the group, smiling brightly, as she holds up her bleeding fingers. "I managed to get a drop of Black Blood under his shoes, he's mine. I'm sure we could follow him and kill him. Shall we go?"