<br/>(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)<br/>He didn't argue, he didn't struggle he just let Uxia do as she pleases. And yet every time she undoes a button or a clasp he pats the area and redoes it. It was smooth, subtle, invisible. It -looked- like magic, it was the incredible power of sleight of hand.<br/><br/>He snickered at the witch after her third try.<strong>"Everythin' okay? Are you havin' problems?"</strong>He paused a beat for comedy's sake,<strong>"I know it ain't a stroke cause I ain' felt one from you yet."</strong>Looking back at the others he gives them a grin,<strong>"If you losers don't wanna play then I will just compose poetry 'bout you all 'till I ain' bored no more."</strong>