Hell no. If I was immortal I'd kick my ass for agreeing to something like that. We all got a time where we have to go, this is more of a — uh, insurance, I guess.

[ Aranea finally takes the knife back, wiping it on the side of her pants so carelessly. ]

From what I can tell, only healing and a great sense of smell was my taking from the pact. Poor guy didn't get jack in return, though...