"I absolutely mean it. You want help, whether you tour with me or not, and I'm in. At the very least keeping whatever witchy fuzz is on your cute ass from giving you hell. I'm amazing at distractions," he teases, waving one hand and a waft of purple smoke slithered between them like a snake.

"Tomorrow it is then,' he says with a smile. "You can check out the bus, we can have a marvelous lunch there, and you can explore things and see what you think. Completely no strings attached. You're not in? Cool. You can still visit and ring me up when you need back up. But if you love it... we'll make things official," he says, looking impish.

"You know, blood contracts and all. That's okay with you?"

He can't even keep a straight face as he says it.