I went to Lex's cell, where the man seemed to be getting comfortable. When I arrived, he was apparently combing his hair and cleaning the fuzz on his jaw.
"Hey, Little Wolf. What's got your face like that?" asked Lex, then cupped a hand over my face and stroked it with his thumb. His demeanor was so gentle, even from the first moment we met, even though he was in silly smoke form...
"Can werewolves master magic?" I asked suddenly, which made him frown. "I mean, is it possible for a werewolf to learn a love spell? And is there really such a spell? You're a witch descendant, so you're the only one I can ask about this."
"Uhm ... yes, but why are you asking? Do you want to learn it? To bewitch me?" He laughed. "Really, you don't need to do that because I'm already crazy about you."
He leaned closer and kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my face warm up, which made him giggle again and poke my cheek.
