"My soul?" Miss Twilley whispered.
"Your soul? Ha! Just what would I do with your soul? It would be no use to me—assuming that you have one. No—I don't want your soul."
"Then what do you want?"
"Your body."
"So that's it!" Miss Twilley blushed a bright scarlet.
"Hmm—with that color you're not bad looking." Lyf said.
"Would you want my body right away?"
"Of course not. That wouldn't be a fair contract. You should have use of it for a reasonable time on your homeworld. Say about ten years. After that it becomes mine."
"How long?"
"For the rest of your life."