“None of those details matter,” I said. What a fool he was to think that they did. I could feel my heart skipping beats.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said. “When you’re human you might find that a lot of things matter.”

To you, perhaps, I thought. All that matters to me is to be in that body, and to be alive. In my mind’s eye, I saw the snow of that last winter in the Auvergne. I saw the sun spilling down on the mountains … I saw the little priest from the village church, shivering in the great hall as he complained to me about the wolves coming down into the village at night. Of course I would hunt down the wolves. It was my duty.

I didn’t care whether he’d read these thoughts or not.

“Ah, but don’t you want to taste good food? Don’t you want to drink good wine? What about a woman, or a man, for that matter? You’ll need money and pleasant accommodations, of course.”

I didn’t reply. I saw the sun on the snow. I let my eyes move slowly to his face. I thought how curiously graceful he seemed in this new mode of persuasiveness, how very like David, indeed.

He was about to go on with his talk of luxuries when I gestured for silence.

“All right,” I said. “I think you’ll see me on Wednesday. Shall we say an hour after dark? Oh, and I must warn you. This fortune of ten million dollars. It will only be available to you for two hours on Friday morning. You’ll have to appear in person to claim it.” And here I touched his shoulder lightly. “This person, of course.”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to it.”

“And you’ll need a code word to complete the transaction. And you’ll only learn the code word from me when you return my body as agreed.”

“No. No code words. The transfer of funds must be complete and irrevocable before the bank closes on Wednesday afternoon. All I have to do the following Friday is appear before the representative, allow him to take my fingerprint if you insist upon it, and then he will sign the money over to me.”

I was quiet, thinking it over.

“After all, my handsome friend,” he said, “what if you don’t like your day as a human being? What if you don’t feel you’ve gotten your money’s worth?”

“I’ll get my money’s worth,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

“No,” he said patiently but insistently. “No code words.”

I studied him. He smiled at me, and he appeared almost innocent and truly young. Good Lord, it must have meant something to him, this youthful vigor. How could it not have dazzled him, at least for a while? In the beginning, perhaps, he must have thought he’d attained everything that he could ever want.

“Not by a long shot!” he said suddenly, as if he couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of his mouth.