Did Tobias really not like the powerful attraction Siobhan held over him? Or did he like it far too much for his own good? It was a delicate balance, and it would behoove her if he was compelled to remain enticed if not enthralled.<br/><br/>It was true. She held her own sort of magic. It was not merely her looks, nor was it simply her carriage. She oozed confidence and self-assurance. She exuded charm and charisma. It all culminated in a devastatingly alluring and manipulative woman. She could be anything you wanted; it only depended on your desires.<br/><br/>What will eventually be much to Tobias' chagrin, Siobhan was excellent at reading people. It was how she survived. As their fingers brushed, she didn't so much see or feel him shiver, but she sensed it. She sensed anticipation, yearning, and a war between eagerness and hesitation.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Tobias, Siobhan would use it all to her advantage. If not now, then over time.<br/><br/>"I'll try," she responded with a scintillating little smile, watching as he caressed her ring with his thumb, weighing it in his hand.<br/><br/>She knew that she had made his job more difficult by approaching him rather than the other way around, but she needed to see how good he was. Was he prepared to be accosted by someone who thought it might be a lark to take on the magician? Only time would tell.<br/><br/>As she shuffled the ring from palm to palm and asked her name, Siobhan smiled perhaps a bit mysteriously. "How 'bout this? You get my given name if you manage to pull your trick off again, and…you get my surname if you can sufficiently impress me with something else. Do we have a deal, Master Magician?"<br/><br/>She would have offered her hand to shake, but his own were rather busy. She watched closely, playing the patience card as she waited to see what his next move would be.