For a long while, Price simply took you in, ancient eyes raking over your form as you kneeled before the summoning circle, not daring to raise your head or speak until he told you to, until he gave permission.

Of all the things he expected of his day, getting summoned by some human wasn't one of them. But when was a demon's life predictable? Never, that's when.

He eyed the room, the ancient deal-maker taking in the books and supplies for a proper summoning. You did your homework, impressive; especially since it was all proper demon summoning and not that bullshit cultists and religious folk assumed were real.

"Right," he began, deep baritone making you shiver in surprise; he took delight from the sight, knowing he held most of the power in this situation, regardless of the fact that it was you who summoned him. "So, what'll it be?" He asked, bending down on one knee, reaching to tilt your chin up.

Price searched your eyes for your wants and desires, looking for whatever deal you had in mind when you summoned the ancient, powerful demon. Though, admittedly, aside from the curved dark horns on either side of his skull, he didn't look much like a demon. He preferred to keep his wings to himself, usually.

"Just remember," Price whispered, deep, accented voice filling the room with his low tone, "You'll have to pay a price for it." He reminded gently. It was what he was known for, after all.