Daphne shook her head, trying to think through what he was saying. "Compulsion from a binding spell that we still apparently asked for, Miles," she said. She didn't like how this was sounding at all. Even if the immediate results of the binding had been, frankly, incredibly, this mess was sounding more and more permanent with every passing moment.
She sighed. "Saturday morning," she said in resignation. "I shouldn't have assumed...." Shit.
She stole a glance at Miles, who was obviously avoiding her eyes at this point.