"That be a wee bit tricky ta answer," Sharon replied sheepishly, digging her toe into the table as her eyes slowly trained to Moira. Pleading for a pleasant answer, her sister shook her head and turned to Viloet.<br/><br/>"Y'see, we be the kinna folk capable o grantin' wishes ta be sure. Affectin' yet noggin be another story." Sharon had briefly busied herself with finding interest in the wood pattern of the table they stood upon. "When someone makes a wish involvin' another person, there be an overwhelming compulsion to do whatever tha wishin' entails." She proceeded to wiggle her fingers in Sharon's direction.<br/><br/>Without warning, Sharon face planted onto the table with her heart-shaped butt sticking up into the air. Her hands were also restricted behind her back, as though bound by an invisible force. "Oi! What's tha big idea?" she cried out, picking her head up to turn twords Moira.<br/><br/>"As ye can see," Moira began, her garments replaced with what seemed to be a green lab coat and upon her nose sat coke bottle glasses. "Tha subject still retains all o her will. Mind ye, we cannae be makin' ya do anythin' that ye wouldnae be willin' ta do in ideal situations..."