"That's th'puzzle, innit? Figurin what makes others tick and twitch? Th' fun part is findin out without bein handed a road map from th'off," Brigid replied easily as she set down her mug and prepared for whatever sensation his magic might cause.

She was prepared to either feel nothing or feel the panicked, trapped feeling she'd once endured in a Dublin alley, but nothing of either sort happened. Instead, it was as if she'd dipped into a warm, fragrant bath but with a hint of desire mingled into the mix. All things considered, it was a very pleasant feeling indeed. "I take it that's a power ye use often? T'the delight, I'm sure, of whomever's warmin yer sheets?"