Their eyes locked. He was serious, he'd accomplish her oath. That was wonderful. Amy was floating as he spoke, just absorbing in the power of what he said. The oath was a drug to her, taking away someone's will and replacing it with her own. He would have no choice but to fulfill it, to do as she wished. The consequences if he didn't, well. Amy might enjoy them. He would definitely not find the situation so pleasant.
Nodding her head with satisfaction Amy turned away. You'll know when I am ready to use the favor. Amy believed in the oath's strength, that it would carry her message across to him. Of course, she would howl for him. Amy just believed that it wasn't necessary, that no matter what the distance was between them he would come to do whatever she asked him to. She wouldn't be giving him a choice in the matter.
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