“Well, this is the part where you had stated your price,” the witch replied, with a smirk. “Let’s be honest here: I have nothing to gain to trust.” He admitted. “And let’s not sugar coat it either: trust is something that is earned. It takes years and it takes a good amount of skill to actually earn it.” Vico sighed. “Like I said, love is a skill. So it’s trust. And neither you or me want to spend so long trying to see if we are trustworthy.” The witch shook his head. “We’re taught to never trust witches in fairytales and there are at least 32 Abrahamic parables in which a deal with your kind leads only to demise. So, why should we trust each other?” Vico stated. “This is why I told you I wanted to make this as a professional matter. An exchange,” the witch took a step closer, looking into the eyes of the demon. “You give me something, I give you something.” A pause. Vico was always praised for having huevos, that is, a bravado that came from within and it was with you ‘till the day you died. It was needed if you were a witch, persecuted and executed. “Come now. State your price.”

_{It was all an exchange; one that should have been easy.} 

_{Ky’s own problem was that he held onto a human idea of decency at times. More importantly, it was that very sense that made this a bit difficult. All it was was a deal – he made several of them in the past, but this one wasn’t the same was the rest. This was far more… personal. It had far more value than just a simple deal for information or extending of a life. This was… a part of him. True, it wouldn’t be much – not like he cared anyway what would happen, but there was still that lingering doubt in his mind.} 

_{He soon sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. His mind raced about what he could possibly want. Restraint was one, but he wasn’t going to do anything that could cause him to be weak – he had enough problems as it was. As much as he was powerful…Ky could find himself backed into a wall when he overstepped his boundaries. It was the reason he kept his head down these days… anything to avoid being thrown in chains for who knows how long.}

_{“the location of a book,” his words were much cooler than expected as he bit his lower lip for a few moments. “more importantly… the means to hold my own against a much stronger demon.”}