Vyn leans back in the armchair opposite from where you're sitting, idly playing with the metal pendulum resting in his palm. Sunlight seeps in through the loosely drawn curtains, glinting off the gold chain that the pendulum hangs from.

"...Last time you were here I remember you were quite against the idea of hypnotic therapy, no?"

Earl Grey seeps quietly in the two antique teacups on the table between him and you, turning the water a warm reddish brown.

"May I ask what exactly influenced you to change your mind?"