Willy was not so resolute. He stepped closer, then again. But he didn't touch Fin. Instead he let the vapor rise from the other hand as well and the white wisps circled around him, swirled and danced. Willy didn't need to touch him with his fingertips, he could feel the man's magic stir inside of him, weak but calling to him. Beckoning him closer still.

"You are so tempting," he said. "More now than ever. How could I ever resist you? I am so very lucky, Fin. So very lucky."