"Blackmail is threats. I am making promises."

She looks far too satisfied with that phrasing (she stole it off a sea captain she fucked two years back).

"Here. I will promise to keep you far from the sea, and with a good view of... things..." She waves her free hand vaguely. They'll hash out those details later, apparently. "And if I, perhaps, need the preserved skull of a great philosopher mage to speak prophecy... or a strange voice coming from the wall to prove a place is haunted... you see?"