Hm. Perhaps...perhaps...I haven't thought of this...

[It's so strange, to think of being in a contract that would only benefit him in the end. Sliding his legs off the bed, he wrings his hands in his lap, excited and agitated and nervous all at once.]

That could work. I suppose it could work. If my price is your wish, and your price is my wish...

[A pause.]

But I would need to break the contract I have first. That would be an...extra wish. I suppose.