"I know you won't kill me. Give it half a second and Moose will. You're not the loose canon I need fodder against." Aleister pointed out and he wasn't sure he could rely on the word of Bobby to save his ass. Then again, maybe if he shot up enough blood, he'd feel less bothered by all of this. He'd be so internal that the external wouldn't matter.

After all, what did any of it matter? He had no way out of here, he was losing his grip of his throne and he was bored off his tits.

At least if he got to go out, he stood a chance of escaping. "Blood first, then the tablet. I'll sign a contract, I'll hex myself if you don't trust me, but I want what's mine before we do the trade."