<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/>He snorted at her answer, then grinned. "Lara.  You're intelligent.  You on't let people make up your mind for you.  You're crazy sexy - yes, you - and you put up with us crazy boys and our antics.  The only reason you don't have all the friends you want right now is cause you chose to be mine, instead."  He grinned.  "So you get crazy by association."<br/><br/>He grinned.  "Wise choice, my weatherwitch, wise choice."  He let his fingers slide down her cheek, then proceeded to drape a towel over her.  He caught her looking his way and gave that rogueish grin, but didn't call her on it - he didn't particularly mind her looking at his ass, although he'd no doubt happily tease her about it later.<br/><br/>He chuckled.  "I think it's your almost lucky underwear," he grinned.  "You almost got lucky in it.  Stupid Wolf."  He watched without a hint of reservation as she stripped off her shirt - it was soaked pretty good, and while she was thinking about a way to dry it, he tossed another tight sleeveless undershirt at her.  If she just lounged around in her bra he'd pretty sure he'd bust the tenuous wall of platonic friendship they'd built up.  "Hypnotize ya," he agreed.  "Only once or twice," he grinned.  "And only make you my loveslave for a day or two," he teased, eyes dancing.<br/><br/>He leaned back against the counter.  "I think the issue's psychosomatic," he explained.  "You can use your powers when you're not emotionally distressed," he said.  "But when you're emotionally.. uh... compromised, you use them reflexively.  Think of it like a psychic knot - your emotions make you feel vulnerable, so you're reflexively trying to protect yourself.  I think if I can hypnotize you, either I can untie the psychic knot, and make your powers happen just when you really want them to, or... or at least figure out what tied that knot in the first place.  Then I can read a few years of psychology books and play counselor."  He grinned, confident, then waggled her closer with a finger.<br/><br/>"Trust me," he said, sliding his hands to lace his fingers with hers.  "I spent a lot of time thinking about it."