[he lingers there, face as close as their pace allows. his eyes travel from her eyes to her lips and back. purposeful, building tension in the stillness that follows her rejection before he breaks it.]

Thought I had you for a second.

[yet he sticks to her still, certainly not as before, but there isn't much space left between them.]

Look, I know you're curious about what I can do, but I don't trust this place. I don't know if you can feel it, maybe you can. [even people who can't usually know when there's malevolent forces at work] The magic here is twisted.