Lana was waiting for him. He appeared taking a pause. She wore lingerie, black Lacey. He frowned.

"Hm...now I would never turn down a chance to...whatever this is but, dear, may I ask what this is for?"

She came up to him, holding out her hands. He took them, as she softly dragged him toward the bed.

"You wanted me to go with you?" She said softly.

He shook his head. "Changed my mind. You're right you should stay put."

Lana looked him up and down, walking him to the bed, playing with his buttons. She unbuttoned them softly. She kissed his neck, looking for weaknesses as she went.

"I have a...question."

"You know I don't enjoy those," he growled. Her hands drifted his chiseled chest.

"Where is she?" Lana asked softly, pulling him to the bed.

"You'll have to more specific. I've come to know many women in my long life," he murmured, letting her back him closer to the edge of the bed.

"You know who I'm talking about," she whispered. "Tell me, Meir. Please."

His back hit the bed, as she crawled over him. "I...don't know. Tell me, dear. Do you plan to fuck me as an interrogation method? Might I suggest torture?"

She chuckled. "Give me your hand, Meir."

He offered it. She tied to her bed post.

"The other," she asked softly.

He nodded, letting her tie his other hand to the other side. She sat on his chest with a small smile.

"I know. You slipped up. You said...I'll leave you a pleasant dream. When you made me dream before...it wasn't a dream. It was...a different place. I know because I would see what you did when I woke up."

He licked his lips. "Untie me, dear. It's enough. You're making me angry."

Lana just smiled, pulling the skull Barrett from her hair. "Where is Lily. Take me to her. Take me with you. Where is she?"

He shook his head. "You buried her."

"You brought her back where is she?"

Meir just laughed. "Hm...I don't see why I should tell you. As it is I like our current predicament."

"I figured you'd say something to that affect. The angel did visit me, Meir and he gave me, a little special something," she pulled out a small vial. Lana put her opened it and poured the contents it in her mouth.

He frowned. It wasn't what he thought...it couldn't be. There wasn't anything pure enough these days. There would be no way.

She smashed her lips against his. Meir screamed, twitching in pain, darkness pulling off his flesh.

"Fuck!" He screamed as she pulled back. "You little bitch I—"

"I have three more vials," she yelled. "Tell me!"

"I told you you could never see her again and I meant it! If I take you to her she'll disappear! You cannot see her outside of your dreams that is how it works!" He growled, pulling himself free. "Shit!"

Lana frowned. "then why did you do it!"

Meir wiped his lips with a frown. "I don't know. I thought...I thought maybe it would bring you peace. You are a good mother. I thought...it would reach you. Knowing she was well. I see now that I was wrong."

Lana breathed out sharply. "Is she...is she safe is...who's taking care of her."

Meir looked away. "For now...me. Then when she's old enough...I'll find her a nice family."

Lana looked up at him. "You did that for me? You didn't even...take anything from me. Why are you taking care of her. Bringing her back doing all of that...you don't gain anything."

Lana licked his lips. He took her hand.

"I just thought it would bring your soul peace, Lana."

"And then you can eat it," she suggested softly. "Right?"

He looked up at her, before glancing away. "...Yes. And then...I can...eat it."

She smiled, putting her hands around his neck. She got on her tipytoes, kissing his lips gently. The holy water still stung but he didn't mind.

"Okay. Go ahead, make the contract."

"Now?" He frowned.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes. Right now. Go ahead, I'm ready."

He backed away. "Ah...I would dear, I would but I don't have my magic...contract making pen."

"That's silly. Just make one in regular pen I'm sure it's magically binding."

"No! It has to be magical. My magical pen, and I'm not sure where I misplaced it. I'll have to find it first!" He edged away from her. "But when I do, surely, we will make that contract for your heart and soul."

Lana just shrugged. "Okay!" She tired her hair back, putting the barrette in it. "I'll be waiting!"

"Yes," he opened the door. "You do that. You wait. I will...return at later date. Much later than today, do all signing of contract things."

"Your accent is so thick. You're usually a much better liar Meir. You also don't usually use the door."

He paused, looking at the knob before frowning. "All good points, Lana. And if I had the time, I would axe you in the face for bring them up. But I am late to a meeting—a murder meeting, a prior appointment —either way I must be going, and returning soon. Bye!"

She waved. "Bye?"