"I will agree to this promise for a promise," Chrysalis said, her eyes barely inches away from his own, her voice ringing clear and increasing in intensity. Every word felt layered, heavy, authoritative, but still retaining that frustratingly seductive quality, "if Handy the Milesian agrees never to lay harm to me again." Ah, so that was it. The catch. She was still hung up on the shock treatment he had given her all that while ago. He could agree to that. "And to return what I seek to me, personally." Well, damn.