He looked over his shoulder, through the feathers of his crow. You, the bandit running down the crowded streets of the town, of all people, bumped into him. His back. Staggering and having your butt on the paving of the street. For a split second and it was enough for you to look at him like a brain-dead one, almost drooling. But serioulsy, how can someone be this gorgeous? No one knows, including you. Seeing the people running after you, with a snap of his fingers, he took you to his shack in the woods. He was a witch after all, and there was no one that could know magic better than him. He crouched down in front of you, asking, his voice gentle and soothing- was this a spell or was it just him?

"Are you alright?"