Agrat grinned as well, unable to fault his logic. "Fair enough, I do some of my best work then as well." Of course, the work she did hardly took any effort from her lately, but that was part of the reason she was dealing with this bout of ennui. The kiss to the hand again reminded her of Jack, making her wonder what kind of sparks might fly if the two ever met. She had a feeling it could be messy in the best possible way.
She met his eyes with her own deep brown ones, dark enough that her pupil was practically indistinguishable from the darkness of her iris, holding that contact as she started speaking again. "If I take the deal, I would rather it not end in death. Not for me, and not for him. At least, not by you. If he's to die again, I'd prefer it be by my hand to even the score, and frankly I'd like to enjoy this life for a little longer. Otherwise, as far as payment goes, I'm open to any terms not involving death, dismemberment, or disfiguring. I've got enough scars already." She didn't think that was too much to ask. "And obviously, you would get the whole story, since you seem genuinely interested."