[Orcelito is visibly disappointed when the inkwell vanishes. He quickly looks down at the paper to make sure his writing hasn’t disappeared too.]

A novel would be a stretch at this time. [He smiles, humored by Pitch’s assumption that someone here would have the time to write an entire novel just for him.] But a single story to evoke fear… that’s reasonable. Though, it may be difficult to find someone who can craft a truly frightening narrative.

Of course, I will need assurance that this isn’t a ploy. [He holds up the page he just wrote on.] I presume this ink won’t vanish in a few days. If anything suspicious occurs, the deal is off.