[How polite of him. Makima nods and takes the offered seat, sitting primly enough with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She considers Warren for a beat of a moment before deciding on her verbiage. While this seems like a far less formal affair than her last dealings with producing a contract with a human, somehow, she still feels as though this man has a more critical eye to him than the Prime Minster. Like every word will be turned inside out and examined even more than a politician would bother to.

Best to just start... simply, then.]

So, I assume you've not changed your mind sometime in-between my shower and now? If that's the case, then we should talk about what I can actually offer you. And what would be expected of you, in turn.

Unless you'd rather talk about the why, first, before the nitty-gritty.

[Intention, she means. Does he wonder why she's so eager to make a contract? And maybe she wonders more about him? She's happy to skip over all of that, of course, and learn or reveal it in time, but again... He seems a thorough sort.]