Throughout her monologue Spencer's eyes never left her face. Not for a second, not even when that strange sounding creature entered. He watched every moment of her lips, how the shadows cast on her face changed the tone of her skin and how her eyes danced between them. He assumed she was beautiful, to a man with the appropriate ...'Equipment' he believed she would be lust worthy, Spencer wasn't admiring her beauty, he was looking for deceit, uncomfortably for him he found none, well nothing perceivable to him anyway. This did not sit right with him, nobody was this truthful in business, ever.  

Spencer began to chuckle when he saw the tan creature place his thumb print on the paper. What a fool, he thought. 

“My dear lady” he said, still chuckling “I have spent many years of my short life and many life times fortunes travelling the world; I have visited every physician, every doctor, every surgeon who was ever recommended to me” He lent forward now and lower his voice “I have visited every witch shaman and wizard  I ever came across. None have ever been able to provide me with my hearts desire, none have even come close. What makes me think your Benefactor can provide me with what I desire? What insurance do I have if I complete what is being asked of me and your Benefactor fails to keep his side of the contract? Explain to me what binds your Benefactor to us?”