It was funny. [Shocking news: The gods are pieces of shit.

Regardless, Andersen will regain control of his body after a moment. He'll be free to accept Heather's help should he desire it, to get back on his feet. His fashion statement^TM glasses are fucked up, though. Sorry.]

Respond with one word, or lose your tongue. Will you accept the contract, knowingly subjecting yourself to me in the role of Game Master in exchange for reclaiming the dead? Yes, or no?