You. I want an insurance policy, to make sure you don’t pull any stupid self-sacrificing shit with the Phantom. If you do that, I’ll play nice for once, follow directions, help us all get out of here and defer to you and Stephen’s judgement.

[ a beat. Santana looks Mephisto straight in the eye, her gaze firm. ]

If that’s not enough, then you can take my eternal soul, instead.

[ She’s pretty confident she’ll be going to hell, anyway. ]