He had seen her first response as she got down on her haunches to look at him. He was surely already affecting her. It seemed she had to shake away the slight mist that the conjured up lust had formed. She was breathing in before they touched and now, everything seemed halted. For a moment the man below her had to restrain himself from throwing out another spell, more powerful and more obvious than the last. He already felt a desire for her which could not be halted. Her eyes, those perfect lips, her heaving chest with her pants, even though that momentarily stopped now.<br/><br/>She was helping him up. His touch and power transfer on her shoulder had her jerk her head towards him, like a bucking mate suddenly reacting to being reigned in. Which was exactly what steps he was taking. But their movement went up, didn't stall. At her nervous chuckle, another clear sign of his effect, he cried out a gentle "Ah! Jesus!" Perhaps that voice would call out like that when he was first hilted inside of her and would admire her squeezing tightness. The few limping steps were taken as a result of getting up of the ground.<br/><br/>She slipped up against him, supporting him, he drew her in closer. It seemed because he needed her to lean on. But even now, the closeness of this man would only increase the turmoil of the spells he had released on her. She was perfect, just gained shoulder height with him. And even though she had been working out, she smelled so damn good. The next step went with a sharp intake of his breath. He had actually hurt himself with that fall. He would feel the effects until he could do some sort of healing spells. Or probably a herbal compress. That would be better. One could only chant so much each day; it took too much energy.<br/><br/>She asked him about the bench. They immediately turned towards that goal. He limped along slowly as he spoke. "I... ah... I'm not from here... so... fuck... I don't know...". It was left hanging, was if the area he didn't know, or didn't he know where to go to? She went on to ask if she could call anyone for him. He shook his head in a denial. That British tongue again. "There is no one to call. Ah. God. I think I've sprained it. Can we go somewhere for ice?". He was already limping past the bench she had indicated. Hoping she would offer to take him home.<br/><br/>As she pushed her face to his chest, the only way she could steady the two of them, he couldn't help himself. Another wordless spell. That fear had taken him years of practice and the spells were nowhere near as powerful as those put into sound as he has done earlier. But still, he was trying to instill even more desire in her, wanting the effect to be overpowering in itself. Perhaps he was overdoing it, he had no way of knowing as her inhibitions would keep her from moving on him this quickly.<br/><br/>That ankle was a pain in the ass though. He was staggering basically, trying to keep himself upright. A little movement meant more pain, but he could also feel the damage wasn't too severe. His arm around her dropping a bit. Fingers and hand for a split second touching her round rear. A shock seemed to go through him as he quickly seemed to pull up his hand to her waist again. "Ah... I'm sorry..." he added right away.