It wasn't what he said that caught her attention. It was how he said it. It was like an immense strip of cold traveled up her back and rather than fading away, it eventually numbed her. Her fingertips moved, as if to test if they could still even move and she gave to him a smile.

"This sounds perfect," in a completely non-perfect way, considering perfection didn't exist. "I look forward to it. Should we shake on it, do you think? Or are you so trusting that you'll take me at my word?"