[spoiler]I promise he won't do any shady shit. He'll take the jar, then give the soul. [/spoiler] "Think I have a reason to trust you? I know what you had with the owner of this thing. You could just take your lover and run off. Accept my terms, or you're not getting anything." [i]Remy was equally serious, his grip on Leif's soul tightening, fist slowly closing. He could just crush it then and there, and murder Frisky with a copious amounts of pyromancies. He looked unarmed, but he certainly wasn't. [/i]