"Hmmm, yes, that is one clear difference. But I'm not here for our differences, but for our common ground."
Silent for a few seconds, Radovan visibly perked up when the Nyame asked her last question.
"And for more than our common ground, yes, I'm indeed here to ask to become a Protektor. We can find common ground in that I, too, believe a Protektor needs to have qualities that make him or her more than a common settler. I could be insipid about this and mention that being what I am, I am effectively immortal, but it would be mostly in jest to present this here and now as speaking in my favour for the position of Protektor."
Though the Devil was quite comfortable, he stopped speaking for a few seconds to shift his weight. This mortal shell had different needs than he was accustomed to and there was a strange tingling sensation in his legs.
"I had anticipated such a question and thought about this in earnest. I'd say chief amongst these things are the resources I bring to bear. On a personal level, it were operatives of House Cerastes that managed to keep your Excellence alive, together with several other Nyames, on the field of battle, some time back. Recently, both the information about the Talakesh and the...'acquisition' of the Atelier were enabled by yours truly. More importantly, two of the military victories of the North, the Shattering of the Mirror Lord and the Vanquishing of the Herald of War, happened with my direct aid."
The Devil smiled.
"There are other minor things, but I'd consider those most important. The last thing I'd like to add is this. I know I am in no position to demand anything. What is given by your Excellence will always be a sign of good will, a boon for previous services rendered. But if your Excellence would see it fit to do so, the Cosa Diavolo Nostra, and House Cerastes specifically, would be greatly enabled to perform even greater works. I would gladly pledge myself to such great things and by my very nature, I would be physically and mentally unable to twist such a pledge."