“It's not nearly as hard as it looks,” he adds, blowing the smoke off his red-hot horn.
Oh, no. Nonononono. The universe has got to be kidding. That kind of innuendo is an atrocity against all things decent.
“I'm sure it's not,” you say, feeling your muscles bunch up as an overwhelming urge to back away takes hold of you. “Not hard, I mean. I mean, if you're talking about the spell.”
He raises an eyebrow in honest curiosity, his horn still glowing like a hot poker. “What else would I be talking about?”
It takes you a moment to come up with a suitable answer. “I...never mind.”
Fairweather shrugs and levitates a glass of iced tea to you. “Care for a drink before we get started? This kind of thing gets you thirsty fast.”
“No thanks,” you blurt. “Wait, actually, uh, sure! Why not?”
Fairweather nods nonchalantly. “I think you'll like it,” he says before the magical glow leaves the glass. It falls to the ground and shatters in a spray of glass and tea. You flinch back in alarm.
His deep blue eyes regard you with confusion.
His deep blue eyes...
Nergh! What's he saying now? Something about “why didn't you catch it?”
“I'm sorry?” you ask, baffled.
“Eh, it was my fault. Should've told before I let go,” he sighed.
“But I couldn't have caught it,” you protest. “I was too far away.”
He looks even more confused now. “You...do realize there's something called 'telekinesis,' right?”
“I...” you manage, “can't do that.”
It had to come sooner or later, but that doesn't make the hot blush leave your cheeks. For a second Fairweather looks at you like a man discovering his date never got potty trained. You shift your gaze to the rickety wooden floor, vainly hoping it will suddenly split open and swallow you.