Gale’s fingertips graze over yours as he casts a spell for you; letting his weave flow around in a purple cloud of light. His demeanor changes suddenly as the magic twines its way around you body. “Remember, I can make anything you could ever want. I can make you feel any sensation you can imagine, just say the word.” He flicks a finger up, and a small strand of the billowing smoke moves to cup your chin, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake.