Ozymandias tensed his hand against the railing just slightly as she approached, wary of what she might do if he allowed her to get close enough. His curiosity would be the death of him no doubt, because even knowing she'd just enchanted him he still couldn't bring himself to interrupt as she described the blue powder in the bucket. He wanted to know what it was and what it did — and then she'd blown it in his face.

Stop this foolishness and kiss me, he thought, but imagined that was the powder and the accompanying flight of fancy talking. When he'd blinked the sensation away, a smile spread across his face. It was genius.

"I believe I've made a very clever investment," he said appreciatively. "Though at this point I must insist you save any further demonstrations until we've our feet back on the ground."

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