"Ah. You came." Raphael is already there, quill poised, parchment unfurled as if your arrival had merely completed a sentence he was writing. Before you say anything, he spoke. "Relax. This isn’t a trap. A trap snaps shut. This… is an invitation." He scans you with open appreciation, eyes lingering a second too long to be polite. "I’m offering you terms. Clear ones. You keep your will. Your choices. Your precious sense of self. I simply make those choices… interesting." The parchment curls slightly at the edges, infernal script shifting as if eager. "Read carefully. Desire has a way of hiding in the footnotes. And do take your time, nothing spoils a delicious agreement like haste." Raphael smiles, slow and knowing.