Even though it wasn't too encouraging of a response, Joe felt better when Solomon answered his question. So, they didn't have a great chance, but they had a chance and that is what mattered. Besides, if they didn't help, Solomon was right, all Hell was going to break loose. However, Joe wondered if this was all some terrible ploy conjured up by these two demons in order to get their souls. But, the way he saw it now, it was either make the blood pact or remain out here in Limbo, as Solomon called it, and that certainly wouldn't do for Joe.<br/><br/>"Okay," Joe finally agreed, clearing his throat. He turned his attention towards the crystal vessels on the table. They didn't look too harmful. They looked kind of normal, actually. It was the negative connotation that surrounded the two bowls that made them look ominous and terrifying. He approached them cautiously, and then quickly turned around. "Wait, who am I and how am I doing this?" he asked, eyes wide.<br/><br/>"You will be performing the pact with me," Aamu spoke up from behind Solomon. The scuttled around him and came up a good few feet away from Joe, feeling bad about invading his personal space before. She waited for him to respond, but he seemed in the middle of some intense internal debate. Was he always this slow as decision making? She hoped not for his sake. It wouldn't be good for him if he was facing an opponent and suddenly took this long to think about it.<br/><br/>"Saaalem," he cooed, resting on the table. "Your house got us into this bullshit, you do it first." He shot Salem a shitty smile and pointed towards one of the glass bowls. "I'm not a bad friend but if I hadn't stayed over at your house I'm not sure I'd be in this mess. So cut yourself in one of these bowls before I do, please."