He heard her talking about the dangers of the oath. One word that was a lie and one of them would meet the Reaper. "I know the danger" He said abruptly. "I also know that it will a witch's tongue true so I don't care. Now, how do we do it?" He said with his usual full-of-pride smile.<br/><br/>She came closer. Her fingers around his wrists. They were soft and well - made. He had never came as close with a woman before. He prevented himself from blushing. Instead he wore a cold faceless mask without any emotions on it and send such thoughts away.<span style="font-style: italic">"She's a witch, a devilspawn. Don't let her charms wrap your mind!"</span>His cold black gaze stung hers.<span style="font-style: italic">“Repeat after me”</span>she said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Heart to heart and mind to mind, let our spirits intertwine. Let no lie lay between, for harm to be and risk death’s cold embrace on thee”</span><br/><br/>He said the words. Repeating after her, each word and verse the same way she said it. Then, as the oath commanded and the witch dictated, he took his knife and cut through his palm. The blood streamed on the blade as his gaze was still caged on her eyes. Not even the slightest expression of pain on his face. "Yout turn" he said. Their blood was mixed and the oath was fulfilled.<br/><br/>After that, Damien sat on his chair and with a grin full of confidence he said: "And now, start talking..."