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It was a lot to take in that was for sure and Colleen was slightly overwhelmed. To say she was expecting this would so far from the truth that it no longer meant bearing on this thought. Now here she was sat down with someone who was offering what amounted to a chance in a lifetime. Yet, she still did not understand why, and with deals like this, there was always Faustian Strings so what were the strings in this matter? Surely he was not offering this all because he was a good person. You never got to the high points of power without bodies stuffed in closets or buried. Nonetheless, even if she knew this, she had to admit that the food tastes damn amazing.

So where was she in this scheme, was she Persephone or was she, Faust? As she tried to work this out, she realised he had asked questions, and decided, to be frank, "I would ask firstly why you need a soldier who follows orders? I would ask what war you wish for me to fight in and I would also express how I don't understand I could spark anything Sir." pausing she took another bite of the food closing her eyes as she savoured the taste, but chewing quietly. Swallowing what she had been eating, she exhaled deciding if she was going to be blunt best get it over with.

"I would also ask why offer me this position when there are perfectly capable and talented people. Not that I don't appreciate it. But I am still puzzled as to why my mundane existence is somehow so important. Of course, I would love what you offer, but I assume since I possess very little exceptional skills that there must be a catch and though you have presented me with what I believe is hard to refuse I would still wish to know what I am to you Sir, Persephone or Faust?"