Jack sat down in his favorite chair and motioned to DeWitt to sit on the couch. He laughed, "One of my old lovers loved to get me certain potions to make me do things. Most of the time it was just a load of fun." He tried to smile, but then sighed. "Sometimes it didn't end well." He shrugged.
"But enough about that I want to talk about the future." He leaned forward. "I want to talk to you about something of a personal nature. You have proven yourself trustworthy." he took the bottle and poured some more into his already half empty glass. "I have been looking into ways of removing brands, but all seem too dangerous and painful. I was hoping you might have a magical way that would be less evasive."