...A deal?....A deal?...A deal?...
*The voice repeats like a record, slightly distorted. The entity lifted it's hand back into Araby's view, if she were to open her eyes. Clenched between a pale set of long, slender fingers, was another teacup. This time it was offered to her.*
...Drink it if you want...I'm smiling. Can you see? Perhaps a deal...if you drink it...