I could. [He can do some rudimentary escape artist tricks on stage, but seeing as she's the one in fetters and not him, he'd just have to use plain old magic to break them. Clearing his throat, he reaches over and gently takes her hands, fingertips walking along her skin until he gets to the chains. He grips the start of the chains in his fists and flashes her a reassuring smile before casting his spell. She would be able to feel some residual heat from his hands just before he's done. The ends of the chain clatter loudly when they drop onto the ground and her shackles pop open like old rusted pieces of scrap metal.
How often does she see a naked warlock do magic tricks now?]
There. Fuck your Dominoes. [That's what she said, right?] You can go where you please.
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How often does she see a naked warlock do magic tricks now?]
There. Fuck your Dominoes. [That's what she said, right?] You can go where you please.