To say he was amused by this woman was seriously an understatement. The way she backed away from him and coward before the sheer intensity of her actions. She brought him here, why cower. Didn't she know that the demons can't hurt the summoner unless she breaks the agreement.. no, because she probably didn't even read the whole book and skipped to the end where the summoning incantation was.  He scoffed, feeling his amusement start to disappear slowly before he looked out her window for a moment. The air.... it felt familiar and.... also heavy." You know that you must make a deal with me right. What if I choose to take you as my lass. What if I ask for you soul, Did you ever think about that?" He slowly turned to her and listened to what she had to say and it pissed him off to say the least." Well.... then he ain't a man is he? I will show him how an Irish gangster treats that kind of behavior being done to a lass."<br/><br/>He approached her, slowly.... menacingly to the point that the foot falls sounded like thunder and her shadow was consumed by his as he stood in front of her." But now to the tax.... my tax." He said in a heavy, almost commanding tone." You understand that I set the price right?" He paused and waited for an answer, looking for the bruises and the lumps from the abuse." My price...... is you. You shall be my lass..... and you shall be bound to me." He then brought a big hand to the front of his massive stature, holding it out to her, his eyes narrowing as he looked into hers." You will never be hit, I promise you that. But you will love no other man. Do we have a deal?"