our sins are washed away
Smiling at Melita's swift and enthusiastic response, Saiden rubbed his hands together. "Great! It's a date." His tone was friendly, but also deliberately ambiguous as to what date, exactly, he was talking about.
As she asked whether he had magic, he arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I just know people with magic. Or who would kill to get their hands on something that could amplify it." He winked at her playfully, the sound bright and cheerful. "Nah, you're right. I've got magic, though not much." Cocking his head to one side, his eyes narrowed as he regarded her. "How about you?"
As she asked whether he had magic, he arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I just know people with magic. Or who would kill to get their hands on something that could amplify it." He winked at her playfully, the sound bright and cheerful. "Nah, you're right. I've got magic, though not much." Cocking his head to one side, his eyes narrowed as he regarded her. "How about you?"
