Asmund frowned as he watched you, waiting for some type of reaction. Your pupils dilating, your heart rate going up- something. But there you were, sitting perfectly fine on his exam table, as though you hadn’t just taken those two little pink pills.

It was a childish experiment, creating a modern love potion. An idea that came to him after you’d forced him to watch a movie last week. But the fact that it failed when nothing he made failed was vexing.

“You’re sure you don’t feel different?”