"There's always a catch, boy," Ursula chuckled. She snapped her wrist roughly, cracking neck of the Heartless in her hand. It disappeared in a burst of smoke that curled around her until it faded. "In this world or any other, you can't get something for nothing. The question is, is it worth the price?"

Laughing, she slid her hands down her sides and to her generous hips, smoothing out nonexistent flaws in the slick, slippery black. "A demon needs some darkness, sure, but...hon, I think you might have a little more than just some." Her slate-colored eyes narrowed as she gazed down at him. "Pity you don't know what to do with it."