The cringe this time wasn't a physical one, but on an emotional level that couldn't be easily seen. Lindsey breathed in heavily through his nose and folded his hands before him on his large desk, and smiled. What else could he do but smile?

"It is merely a sign of good faith to show how much Wolfram and Hart values our clients. Our sacrifices are made from the very best."

He handed Sam a pen, a special one that would prick the finger upon gripping and draw blood to mix into the ink. That was how Wolfram and Hart sealed their deals, with magics weaved into the contract bound by blood.