It moved. It talked. It was talking to him. Booker froze in fear at the doll who was talking to him. This couldn't be true. It was just a doll, and this was just a house. There was nothing haunted or supernatural about it. But here it was. The little while doll with pitch black eyes and a broken smile. He wasn't sure whether to be scared for his sanity or sad to wonder what kind of things had to have happened to it to make it smile like that. He didn't know what to say to it. Promises, something about promises. Also about him being it-her, master. His eyes once filled with fear had calmed down to a more logical state. He had to put his own beliefs aside it be wanted to know what she was talking about.

He didn't take her hand. Not just yet. He had a few questions for her about the agreement, and he would like to have some answers before he shook her hand. He had a calm smile on his face as he breathed in slowly, and looked at the scars on her body. "Can I ask you some questions before I take your offer? I would like to know exactly what I'm getting myself in to before I'm already in it." His voice was slow, calm, and full of curiosity, as he asked his question and elaborated slightly on it.