"Oh, you sweet, young thing." Lan smiles and the colours at the base of her throat ripple with delight. "I do appreciate it, I truly do, and if anything happens, I'll be sure to let you know, but I suspect I'll be fine."

Leaning into his space, she points to a slender, leatherbound book on the shelf and stage-whispers, "Many years ago, a foolish young witch tried to trap me. I thought it rather apt that when I was done with her, I had her and her spells bound together into that rather fine volume you can see just over there."