Anita didn't have to touch him to feel the power rippling around him--within him. She was aware of it even as she moved toward Justine, clasping her outstretched hand. She'd always been able to sense magic around her, but Jean Claude had also been teaching her to feed the Ardeur by drawing on the ambient lust that people gave off...without having to make physical contact.
She was also aware of her own Ardeur, down in that place where she tried to keep it contained, but she wasn't trying to do anything with it yet. "Well," she said, "It certainly puts my hotel room to shame."