[ Alacruun is not eager to repeat the argument over the whole selling her soul thing. He made an offer, she accepted. She could've walked away if she'd been content with letting someone else die. The irony isn't lost on him - if she'd been more self-centered, this never would've happened and he wouldn't be here, encouraging her to think more of her own needs than another's. ]

I made an offer.

[ That's all he says on the matter, trying to be diplomatic about it. Besides, what she says next is far more interesting. She can likely see the lights flicker on in his eyes as he leans forward slightly. ]

Oh? Am I not? Perhaps I should try harder. Would that please you? To have me be as frightening as you found me then?