[He hisses slightly with an irritated look at how slow Malik took that. They probably shouldn't have done this indoors; the blood bubbles up from the wound, spilling over the edges to drip towards the side of his hand and head ever-downwards to the ground.]

Then, I swear upon this blood you've spilt... No matter what happens, I will not so much as harm a hair on the head of your family. I swear not to try to separate you from them in any way, and to immediately and unhesitantly obey any request from you to restore your soul to its original location.

[Is he meant to add an amen or something? Because he doesn't care for that crap]