College mulled this proposition over in his head for a few moments. Hell, the decision he would make was clear, but it did mean he was going to have to lie to Adonis. He was sure that he could handle the prospect with little reservations, but the part of him that loved Adonis in a pure, puppy-dog kind of way felt a little bad. Such feelings were childish, though, and he pushed them away. "Fine." He said finally. "Sounds good to me." Real contract, fake contract, who cared? As long as Adonis believed it, semantics didn't matter. "What do you want?"