[Makima is, too. Even amongst Devils, she has her own agenda. Has no connection to those that would normally be considered closest to her by association alone -- the other horsemen. War. Famine. Death. In fact, she thinks the world we be so, so much better without them.

But there's a part of her that still yearns for, yes, just company. He's very lucky she's wise enough not to ask for more. Sorry, Warren. This means you have to deal with the LotR extended editions.]

Great.

[She's pleased.]

The next item... It would ensure my resilience in a fight. No more need to drink your blood to heal me. It's similar to an agreement in my last contract.

[She folds her hands in her lap again.]

Any injury I obtain, whether it be purposeful or accidental, will be transferred to someone... random in the magical community. [Since that is the community that Warren can "represent", much like the Prime Minister represented the people of Japan.] It could be someone you know, or a complete stranger. Anything from a small cut to a decapitation; I will always heal from it, always return from it, because someone else will bear the burden of it. Unwittingly, yes, but that's just how it goes.