Jamie’s leg bounced nervously as she looked at the screen. “And?”
“If you agree to perform three favors at a future date, and I suspect we could extend something of a discount.”
That seems like a fairly decent plan. Vague, could blow up in “Jamie”’s face, but decent.
The Doctor hit several keys, and the graph extended a little in every direction. Where it had been white and light blue, it now showed cubes of dark blue.
“What would you ask me to do?”
“I don’t know yet. I prefer to leave that option open.”
Everything in Jamie’s gut told her there was some small lie or misdirection in there. Either the Doctor did know what she wanted to ask for, or she knew her customer wouldn’t like what she heard.
Quite likely, yeah.
You’re gonna be a warlock.