"For you?" That did kind of sound like a deal of some kind. An exchange. Barty didn't think it would be too difficult not to hurt people. He didn't hurt people that often, did he? Not in the grand scheme of things. Not the way he saw it, anyway. "Fine. I won't hurt people. For you."

What did that mean, for him? "Then I can be with you." That was what had been implied, he felt.