We were working our way to the kitchen, when it finally dawned on me that I wasn't going to try to get Regomar to barter away the rest of his soul.
"I'm not going to.""Not going to come?"
"Oh, I'm going to come. Pretty soon now, too. What I'm not going to do, is try and convince you, you need more power."
He stilled, and I ground my ass against him in an effort to get him going again. "Why not?"
I sighed and looked over my shoulder at him. "Because I think you're perfect, just the way you are."
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What? How are you going to get paid on this job, now?
It's not over yet, Bax.
I should hope not!
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