You'll forget I'm there entirely except to leave small gifts every night before ye go to bed. Honey, porridge, bits of fabric. You'll never see me, so you won't ask anythin' of me. You'll wake up, and if everythin' is clean, it's because you adhered to our agreement. If ye don't, I'll tek off and leave ye wi' a pitcher o' curdled milk. I ain't one to be bought, Jacky. I'm one to be encouraged to stay.