Creighton smacked his fist against his chest a few times and coughed. Felt like something went down the wrong pipe...regardless, he stood still for a moment, contemplating the proposal earnestly. On one hand, he barely even fucking knew this guy. At all. All he knew was a sap story that probably wasn't even real. But still...the promise of gaining power and being aided in his own endeavors was enticing. Not like he was going to get a better deal from exorcists when they track him down, or other demons seeking to euthanize a stray. 

Hesitantly, Creighton looked at the pawn piece. [i]"...Just one?"[/i] he thought to himself. Seemed like he was pretty bottom of the barrel...ranking only high enough for a single piece. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he says: [b]"...Yes. Much as I hate to admit it, I need your help to get what I want, and I can help you get what you want."[/b] Extending his hand, Creighton looked Zeke in the eyes and said: [b]"But if you ever cross me, pawn or not, I'll tear you apart. Kay?"[/b]