"Because I pay attention. Because I've survived in this city for three centuries by understanding every power play, every alliance, every threat before it becomes critical." He moved closer. "And because unlike most demons, I actually like this city. I have no interest in seeing it destroyed by celestial conflict."
"So your offer is: leave the book, and you give me intelligence?"
"Ongoing intelligence. Regular updates on threats, opportunities, political movements. Think of it as... a consulting arrangement." He smiled. "Plus, you avoid triggering the very conflict that could get you killed. The rogue angel gets desperate when you don't deliver, makes mistakes, gets caught by the Covenant. Problem solves itself."
It was tempting. The information alone could be invaluable. But it also meant breaching client confidentiality, potentially making an enemy of whoever hired us, and walking away from a massive payday.
"I need to discuss this with my team," I said.
