He was surprised when she touched him, though he kept his expression neutral. They'd been dancing so close to physical touch that he expected her to tease him a bit longer. When her nose brushed against his he really thought she might be about to kiss him... but of course, it was a trap. He registered that she'd cast a spell a second too late to do anything about it; by the time he realized what it was, the effects were already spreading through his brain. His thoughts were heavy and he couldn't focus on more than one thing at a time. That thing was the feeling of her fingers on his waist — even though he knew it was a distraction, he couldn't force himself to move past it. Her fingers on his waist...

She said something. He barely heard it. He realized she had moved and turned to look at her, and didn't realize that he'd lost his jacket until he caught sight of it fluttering down to the stage below. His senses came back to him in a rush.

It wasn't often he was baffled by a bit of magic, but even after watching her cast it he still didn't know that he entirely understood her methods. He was intrigued. (He was entranced).

"If you were trying to undress me, you could have just asked," he jibed, leaning back against the railing in a position that looked casual enough but was partially defensive. She had just taken advantage of him, after all; this time she'd done so with his full consent but he didn't intend to be caught in another of her traps unawares.

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