He stood and gave her a bow at her statement, pulling his weapon off the webbing and putting it down near the door, its power core clearly removed, a gesture to reinforce his statement of being here peacefully. He then moved around the table and politely pulled out the chair for her and holding it for a moment for her, before heading back around the table and taking a seat again. "Since you tried to kill me once already, only fair. Of course, you killed the person I was supposed to deliver the cold iron manufacturing device and took it instead of them, so I don't know why you are so angry."<br/><br/>It was a guess, but since the contact had never contacted him again for another job, he felt it wasn't that far from the truth. "I will be brief, to save you the agony of dealing with me more than you have to.<br/><br/>First deal part, you don't attempt to kill me through deliberate action or inaction, up to a reasonable point only, I don't make the cold iron crafting device again. Ever. I have one already built, for use in making the metal for various experiments, and the burst rifle, and those are the only two I have built. None are in production, no more will be started if you agree to this part of the deal.<br/><br/>Second deal part, you don't illusion me anymore, and I don't tell Moriarty about what you really are. Illusions make my eyes itch in the back, and it likely is as annoying as you find me. He offered a rather lucrative deal to learn who and what you really are, but I can live without it in return for the lack of illusions.<br/><br/>Third deal part, you agree to be civil and polite, and I won't mass produce the nifty little device that just nullified your magic. This is the first version, I can easily make it better. I already have enough groups wanting my head without the rest attached to add the various Fae to that list."