Over six nights, they wrote the contract. Each clause was a kind of flirtation. “The tinsmith shall not sell dented tin whistles to the ratwives of Upper Clodbury without first offering the knacker the opportunity to extract the residual sorrow-whistle.” That was Vexa’s way of saying I don’t want you talking to Gladys Ratwife, who you once shared a ferret with.

Goblins were the "poster children" for this AI. Developers showcased how Goblins would:

“I don’t do ‘maybe.’ You’re mine, or you’re nothing to me. Choose.”

"A monopoly, huh?" she asked. "You think you can handle all this market value?"

Exclusive relationships often stem from mutual survival and shared combat glory.