[ He should consider himself blessed if he got to see this perfect sideball, thanks. As is, though, Squalo's overdressed in leather as usual, so there's no risk of that. This time. ]

If you say so.

[ Squalo could point out how all the hellish appendages seemed to grow back in a few days no matter how brutally you removed them... but where would the fun be in that? He can do it later, once he's already completed the maiming he's been hired to do. ]

[ Speaking of which, he's leaning forward again to slap what appears to be a sheet of paper and a pen on the coffee table. ]

First, your contract. [ He'll even allow him to write it up himself if he wants, to assure there is no foul play, but he doesn't know the man well enough to trust him at his word. ] I've no interested in your buddies going after my ass 'cause they think you didn't ask me to do this and agree to pay me for it.

[ pause ]

I'd trash them, of course, but it seems like a waste of all of our time. Don't you agree?

[ look at him, being a proper demon with horns and tail and contracts. at least he's not asking for it to be in blood. kind of. ]