So what do I know! Consarn it, maybe you are an alien girl from Uranus, and together we are about to play a game which determines the fate of existence. Sign me up!

You will also provide me with children so my imperial legacy will continue, and the Crocker brand will live on in infamy.

You will sire as many children as I ask for, and they will all be perfect, obedient little heirs and heiresses

I fail to see what offering up a priceless book for your wildly capricious science experiment has to do with my resolution to be less stingy with my beliefs, but alright.