"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Shh..." I looked deep into his dark eyes. I reminded myself he was a junkie. If I could do this safely with anyone, it would be him. "Do you feel anything?"

"Confusion."

"Concentrate. When you look at me, do you feel anything?"

"Loyalty."

I pulled a little bit of power. His face softened.

"Pleasure," he said. His eyes flickered close.

"But no love. How about lust?"

He didn't say anything. I pulled more ...