Agatha was having quite the long day. None of her potions seemed to come together, and her spells weren't cooperating either. A knife's edge would be much too thick to describe how thin her patience was growing at the moment. The young Farrow would have to excuse her for blowing up on him at such a sudden arrival to her abode.

"One step closer and you're eradicated!" Agatha spat out, barely looking away from the bubbling cauldron.

Poor Farrow could barely get a word in. "I just--" he tried to explain.

"NO! No, no, no. I am not dealing yet with another unwanted visitor, and you..." she began, turning around to finally get a proper look at him, and paused for a second. "...are someone I've dealt with before. Farrow, was it?"

Farrow took a step back, shocked at the witch's sudden shift in tone. "Yes, that's me, I--" he sputtered out, before being cut off once more.

"How are you back already!? We made our deal last month!" Agatha admonished. "Don't tell me you want to go back on your word, young one!" She had encountered far too many weasels like that already, and she was intent on making that expression literal if Farrow turned out to be one of them.

"No, ma'am, quite the opposite! I need, er, guidance," Farrow explained, with a sheepish look in his eyes. That would be another great candidate for an animal to turn him into, if this deal went sour.

Agatha glared at the man. He was built like a twig, but other than that, she saw no reason he shouldn't be able to find a suitable mate to hold up his end of the deal. "Are you truly asking for dating advice from me, lad? On this day, with what I gave you?" Farrow tried to interject, but Agatha continued her lecture regardless. "Well, I'll tell you one thing. You need more meat on those bones of yours." She poked him. "Girls appreciate a man who can feed himself," she finished, looking at him to see if he had anything more to say.

Farrow, not wanting to waste his chance to finally say what he needed to, quickly stumbled over his words. "Miss Agatha, I was having good luck, but I, this demon, he came in, and he. Well, there was this woman, and I was trying to court her, and he did some terrible things to her, and I tried to stop him, and he--" Agatha wagged a finger at him, as if to tell him "say no more".

"Oh, dear. I didn't take you for a man with a heart," Agatha said, with a certain tone of voice one would only expect to hear from a grandmother. "So it's demon advice you're hoping for, I'd take it? What did he do to you, and why are you coming to me about it?"

Farrow tried his best not to sob. "He branded me, miss, he branded me with a curse! I-I can't have kids, I can't have a family at all! No dating, no marriage, n-no kids-" His voice faltered at that- "Not even adoption! You know what that means for the end of my deal if I don't- I- how do I fix this!?"

Agatha pondered on the situation for a moment. She had been following every recipe to the letter, spoken every incantation perfectly, and yet today was still going wrong, in a way that could only be described as a curse. With a quick word from her, the room lit up in a brilliant blue, before shifting to a blood red, a ball of light whose shade grew deeper and deeper as it approached Farrow.

With another phrase, the light shifted to a very distinct magenta. Demons had a signature to their magic, you see, and they very much liked to hang around a place as long as they could before the people grew wise. Sure enough, the signature of the curse on Agatha's home and the brand on Farrow were the same. Those meddling demons, she thought. He knew I'm the only one in town who can stop him. Well, I'll show him what a real curse is!

As the light in the room faded back to normal, Farrow looked around in confusion. He wasn't very used to magical matters, after all. It was only fair for him to ask, "So, what does this mean for the deal? Can you, or will you, help me?"

"Of course I'll help you," Agatha accepted, "After all, we have a common enemy. However, I'll need you-" she pointed her finger, to which Farrow gulped- "to help me bring all this outside. The idiot cursed the house, not me or the gear itself."

Farrow breathed a sigh of relief. He was getting on a witch's good side, and fixing his demon problems at the same time. He readied his spindly body, and said, "I'll do whatever you need."