"Uh... Sure. Lets go with that." Michael said, a fake grin on his face. Like she needed to know he made wicks for explosives. Michael heard her next comment, and shuddered. That should<i>not</i>be a mental picture in his head. Especially after what had happened.<br/><br/>Michael walked outside, catching up with Geralt. But, alas, he was cursed without anything to say. "So..." Michael began. "How'd you first find out about your powers?"