I only want your assurance that you will tell no one what transpired between us last night on the balcony.” “Oh, that was you,” said Will, with the air of someone who has just recollected a surprising detail. “Spare me,” she snapped, stung despite herself. “We were under the influence of warlock powders. It meant nothing. Even I do not blame you for what happened, however tedious you are being about it now. But there is no need for anyone else to know, and if you were a gentleman—” “But I am not.”
