Oh, don't worry about me. I've already died, what's another drop in the bucket? [ A beat. ] And my associate won't let that happen, I can assure you. They're quite... protective.

[ Because they have a demon contract and because Silco's soul will apparently be delicious. Oh well, not like he's using it. That can't possibly go poorly or anything, he's not worried about it. ]

When you're ready Amos, be sure to stop by. I'm interested in helping you learn to control this power of yours just as much as you are. [ The power he had, ripping into That Thing stuck with Silco, how he'd been able to rend and tear and rip it apart, snap bones and sinew like they were nothing. Oh, Silco had every interest in helping him with that, because Silco was not a strong man. Willing to do whatever it took, yes, but Amos believed in Yima, in a way that Silco didn't, and would therefore do what was necessary to achieve their goals.

Which meant helping him become a monster truly was in both of their best interests.

He reached out with a gloved hand, his right, and shook Amos's hand. ]