Ducard had not actually thought about what he might want the price to be, in part because he was not entirely sure that he would be killing the dragon. However, the limitations that Valentine (the Oligarch was well-aware of the man's identity) made things much simpler. However, he played the part and grumbled and muttered under his breath, as any greedy merc might having lost a chance at a great profit. Thumping over to Valentine with his fake limp and his staff, he nodded in a surly way and waited for the opportunity to sign.<br/><br/>"All right, ya got yourself a deal," he muttered, gesturing for a pen with his free hand. "Go ahead and add your little safety nets."