Damn. She's not stupid, then, even when she's drunk. He'd thought he could get a good deal out of this, but no. Level ground it is.

"... Fine. And as long as you don't relay the information you've gathered, either. Even if you do say you're independent..." He doesn't trust it one bit.

He tries to figure out how to seal it, and sticks out his hand. A handpawshake will work fine. He can still channel the glamour through it.