"Your word ain't worth a lot to me. Your contracts ain't all that either. So how about you sign a contract I've drawn up instead?" Bobby pulled out the contract he had prepared. It had taken him a while and had, admittedly, been done partially with Sam sending it back with parts translated to legalese.

Point was, he wanted this airtight. "I'm not lettin' you screw me over again. Time for me to nail you down."

That said he set the contract down in front of Aleister, waiting for him to read it. "Make sure to check the fine print, darlin'."