After entering the office, he politely held the door open. The blinds were still open and he took a minute to adjust to the pain. He couldn't let it show, so he braced himself. His pause was brief, but apparently it had been long enough. She was already headed for the sofa. He expected her to be awkward, or perhaps annoyingly talkative as most teenager were.<br/><br/>When he turned around to face her after sliding into his seat behind the desk, he braced himself, prepared for the worst. He was shocked to find she had stretched out on the couch, and appeared to be deeply asleep.<br/><br/>"Well..." he chuckled, "Might be easier than I thought..."<br/><br/>He rose and went to sit on the edge of the couch beside her, leaning over her slumbering form. He leaned down until his face was inches from her and took in a deep breath. As he exhaled, he closed his eyes. After holding this pose for a moment, he spoke softly into her ear. He whispered for a long while, his tone loving and kind, his words soft and gentle. He spoke of love, of devotion, and of family. He whispered of loyalty, of commitment, and of duty. As he whispered, he wove a spell of service about her, embedding the simple urges deep in her mind. The effect would be mild. Extremely so. In fact, he suspected at first it might have no effect at all.<br/><br/>His intent was simple. He aimed to make her feel more dependent on family. He intended to intensify her sense of duty and loyalty. It was his hope that she would become devoted to whatever cause she was working on, and that this cause would be open for manipulation.<br/><br/>In the end, he knew... she would be his. Her mind would be enslaved to his will. For now, she would simply feel more dutiful and loyal... with no target for that loyalty. He hoped that she would begin seeking for something to serve.... and planned to become that 'something' when she did.