He flushed darkly, though he didn't feel embarrassed. "Don't..." He twitched, making a motion that would have moved him away had he not been strapped to a chair. He was uncomfortable, but not because she was a girl. No, he simply didn't like being touched. He also<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't want her to find the charm. If it was removed from him, the glamour would fall. If he was lucky, there would be enough whip marks to cover it.<br/><br/>But when was he ever lucky?