"I... hm..." The imp stutters a moment at that, but you get a sense of pride and happiness from your faerie compatriots. Obviously, consorting with the enemy had not been on their list of desired solutions to the problem at hand. "Miss, you will have to understand... We are a society of deals and bindings. What you call word-games are just our way of life..."<br/><br/>Having seen that his first proposal won't work, he seems to be trying a different tack.<br/><br/>"I will make a contract with you, then. A parley and truce between you and I... and with that promise of safety, I will give the gift of information..."