[bits of electricity. sparkes, as essential as sweat or shivers ambrose remembers these little things, that flowed in absence of a wand. a smile spreads slowly over ambrose's face. that's flattering, isn't it?

his eyes switch over to the proffered phone. he reaches to grasp it and turn the screen toward himself. he selects some type of chocolate confection and a finger foody appetizer. he then hands the phone back, and leans up to wrap an arm around judar's waist, towing the young magus toward the bed and onto his lap.]

Does it always have to be a wand? [he asks.] Can you use other things as focus objects? Bit of meteorite rock, perhaps? Vial of dragon's blood? [his eyes are bright and warm, and he's sneaking a hand into the waistband of judar's trousers.]