Liam blinked wide and snatched the bag with the vigor of a selfish child and looked into it, before looking to her as Gollum might look at Frodo, then eyed her, "What are you aiming for? You want something out of this. Or, better yet, what'd you do?"
The other was terrified to try these candies. What happened when they were laced with something hot, or spicy that'd make him gag or extra vile. He could never truly know if he could trust a gift from Trouble, it was either something brilliant, and awesome, or something brilliant and purely evil. He finally gave in and took one of the chocolate frogs and then frowned around it while he was eating it.
"A butter beer it is--wait, why?" When he made a move he felt the sticking spell keep him seated. If he tried to move too fast his pants would rip and tare. He blinked several times, and just stared back at her. For a long, long time. Then shook his head, "You're terrible. I did nothing wrong, it was pure inspiration and I'm sorry I bailed earlier..."
He then shook his head, "And I'm not playing it for you. Not yet, it's not done..."