"Do some magic," Ryan whispered to me, right in my ear. "Slowly. So I can watch." "When we get out of here, I'm going to do so much magic all over you," I told him. "You're going to be covered in it." At that moment, I really wished I'd been born mute and had never set eyes on Ryan Foxheart. "Make it stop!" Gary wailed. "Yeah. Cover me in your magic." Ryan was blushing so hard, I thought his face was about to explode. "I want to stop talking. You have no idea how much I want to stop talking." He leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my face. It smelled of corn and eroticism. "Um," Eloise said. "Maybe you guys could--" We ignored her completely. "I'm going to do so many spells," I said, because it seemed impossible for me to stop. "You won't even believe how many spells I can do. Flora Bora Slam, motherfucker." Our lips were inches apart. "I want you to Flora Bora Slam me," Ryan said and I just choked. "Therapy," Gary said. "I'm going to need so much therapy. It's like watching cows mating and it's wet and sticky and uncomfortable but I can't look away because I'm worried some of it is going to get on me."