[b]"No,"[/b] Janet immediately said, though still kept his eyes off of him, [b]"I will not give you a single hint without boundaries being set first.  This is not my first interaction with something like yourself - the last one wore tights and had horns, but demons don't seem to change much through the years."[/b]

She turned around and looked past the disturbing sight of his smile to look up at the huge display against the wall - unfortunately, it was only wired to display in very simple colors, shapes and text, but if things haven't changed too much there should be...

Ah.  There we go.  BBC text news service.  Hadn't changed much at all since 1999.  Janet quickly tapped the remote's buttons as she tried to read through some of today's headline articles.  She wasn't going to be left in the dark as to what had changed.

[b]"If you wish to work under me at all, create a contract that states the terms of our work together, exactly what a 'piece' entails and allow me to read the text of said contract in its entirety without altering its contents ex-post facto."[/b]  A brief blow of bubbles came out from under the oxygen-supplying mask over her face.  [b]"If I can get that out of you, that'd be just wonderful."[/b]