Sealing a demonic deal with a kiss. It's so absurdly trite, faerie tale-like. And likely from one of those tales that's of the cautionary bent. After all, isn't everyone warned away from making deals with devils?

But Micolash has never been one to balk at unwise risks or questionable choices. It's one of his finest qualities. And every second ticking past is another second the man is left without sight or not actively working towards regaining it. And besides, he's of the same mind as Abysa. Him shedding anymore blood is the last thing he cares to do right now.

"This is more than amenable to me." He tilts his head upwards now, looking towards Abysa. He's in no condition to try and be the one to initiate this pact. That's a good way to get your skulls clonked together: by a blind man trying to land things. Micolash does however, unwisely or unthinkingly, opens his eyes again. Those horrid pupils are looking sightless and directly into Abysa's face.