The imp wrings its hands together, looking at you anxiously through squinted little eyes. You can almost hear the wheels turning in its warped little brain...<br/><br/>"Hmm... You promise my safety for as long as it takes to give you the information you want, plus five minutes... So long as I do not try to harm you or your friends..."<br/><br/>After mulling it over for a few moments, the little creature spits into one hand before holding it out shake.<br/><br/>"I accept your offer, with our word as our bond, miss...."