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[ For a long time, Judar didn't feel safe, and kept his privacy high. Which had only gotten worse back when he was taken away. With things progressing a little further, and Hannibal opening up an opportunity after showing that he was able to provide some kind of 'safety', the mage was able to get back to ways he was more comfortable with. A side that's been affected for... Almost a year now. ]

I like things that aren't really bitter or don't stink a lot. And if you really want to know what it looks like to fly, we'll add that for the future.

[ But he'll bring up one of the available locations on the app, handing it over for Ambrose to put in his own selections first. ]

And yeah. I usually keep it in my hair, disguised as an accessory or something. My world's not dependent on ingredients or chanting, but we do need a focus for our magic.

[ Save, apparently, for when magi get overstimulated and overwhelmed with sensations. Then, depending on what's around (including their partner,) things can happen. Like small discharges of varying elements. ]

[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.]

[ Seems he's ready for this 'hauling the magi' game, easing his knees and moving on them along with the tugging. All to be comfortable straddled onto the lap, as he added a few things to be delivered in... Maybe a couple hours, to serve as a bit of a break? That should work. ]

Are those things usually used for magical foci? If it were so easy, I should use your body for casting.

[ Because the little micro-magical expressions weren't counting towards all that. Mm, he feels that hand, too. The warmth as it plays with the waistband. Teasing the touch by shifting his hips to the side and back, not at all shy about the friction with it, that might actually make it even easier to feel that there really wasn't anything underneath the loose trousers. Something simple, easy to discard, with the benefit of suiting his overall figure while it lasted on him. ]

Generally, it's gotta be designed for spell casting. Wands 'n' staves, usually.

Phallic objects of power? [ambrose asks, his eyes narrow with greedy pleasure.] Quite popular in my world, too. As well as concave traps that are the undoing. [that's a vagina joke, right there.]

Some sort of crafting is often necessary. A raw ingot might not due it, but a figurine vested with power. [he snaps his fingers, and the basket he'd left at the side of the bed suddenly whisks itself up to the mattress and perches itself beside him.] But as you well know, discrete spells aside, my people have got a penchant for substances.

[and suddenly, there are three vials. each one lodged between two fingers in his right hand. one is red, one is blue, and one is green.]

I was thinking we could see which one you like topically, before we apply them elsewhere.

Wouldn't mind those, too.

[ Equal opportunity foci user, or something like that. Judar quite enjoys both.

Though really, Judar envies that Ambrose's world does allow for small spells with nothing but intent and a quick gesture. At least for the daily conveniences, and whatever was in these three vials. There really is no surprise that Judar goes to take a closer look at the red vial, shifting to get more comfortable on the warlock's lap. ]

I think I can guess where that 'elsewhere' is... What're they supposed to do?

[ambrose wraps his fingers around judar's, but not enough to hide the glass. ah yes. the red one.]

A little bit induces a pleasant sensation of heat, [he says.] A little more and there's a tingle. More, and there's an itch that only friction can sate -- at speed. [there's a mischief in his eyes, vulpine and dark. he studies judar with curiosity. the mage has always been measured in the kind of control he allows himself to lose. it was only in the hands of horrific torturers that he seemed to be truly overcome.

what will the mage choose, in the comfort of his own home? he's a different sort than the witches and warlocks that ambrose has fraternized with. ambrose studies him with interest.]

You might guess what the blue one does.

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