To be used and thrown away, he thought back, trying to mollify her. But for some reason she seemed unmollified.
Then he had a notion. I have not tried my magic here, he thought to Colene. Give me tokens of your essence.
What? It was incredulity.
I can be close to you, when apart, if you give me of your solid, liquid, and gaseous essence, he clarified.
The hell I will!
She was misunderstanding. A hair of your head. A drop of your saliva. The touch of your breath.
She considered. Then, her curiosity overriding her anger, she quietly plucked a hair from her head, lifted a cloth napkin to her lips, spat into it, and then breathed on it. She wadded it up and passed it to him under the table.
Thank you, Colene. If my magic works here, this will give me great power over you.
She sent him
