David was not happy. First of all, he was being treated like a kid. Like a nobody. If he had his wand, he could show this shad a thing or to about messing with him, but...he didn't have his wand. The shade did.<br/><br/>David tried to think of a way out of this pickle. He could try to snatch the wand, but that was likely to not end well for him, especially since he wasn't sure of the shade's speed and he might be able to snatch it back before David could execute any sort of useful spell.<br/><br/>He was distracted for a moment by what the shade was doing. David didn't really recognize the magic. Could shade"s even do magic? And what kind of activation phrase was "good ri-" David had to shield his eyes from the brightness. He could feel the power in whatever magic was doing this. When the brightness abated, the body and fluids were gone.<br/><br/>"Impressive," David said absently. His eyes landed on the woman. Suddenly, an idea hit him.<br/><br/>"So you work for someone, right? You work for like an agency or something?" David had no idea what he was saying, but he went with it. "They probably won't be very happy that this woman was almost killed. She's gonna report this you know? And who knows what she saw from that guy that was gonna kill her. She might have even seen magic-"<br/><br/>“Sure thing, Charlie.”<br/><br/>This stopped David for a second as it was out of nowhere.<br/><br/>"Umm, my name's David," he said, before brushing it off and continuing. "Anyway, wouldn't it be better if I displaced her most recent memory? She's gonna be traumatized by this whole ordeal you know? But I can help with that and she won't be talking to the police, there won't be an investigation, you're people won't know about it." David paused, unsure of what to add next. "Oh, and it won't hurt her or anything, it's harmless, and I'll only take away the last twenty minutes or so. I can even heal her up. If you give me my wand. And you have my word that I will not attack you - unless you attack me."<br/><br/>Then David took a calculated risk. Revealing who he was. "I'm David Aowel. From the House of Aowel, descendant of the First Witch, a child of Diana," A Child of Diana being another phrase for witch, "and as the last member of the House of Aowel I am bound to my word."<br/><br/>He hoped he wasn't coming across as overly dramatic. He wished the shade had some sort of truth amulet to make this easier. He wasn't sure if the shade would take his word. Maybe he was being too naive and young after all.