"Damn. You've uncovered my master plan to molest you while you're distracted," she deadpanned, waiting a moment before extending one hand toward him. "Really, just standing there is weird. Get a book. Or an iPad." Or maybe she would be; Elia hadn't been afraid in the face of his struggle against his bindings – she had stayed calm until neither of them were really calm. "I'm sure Djinn are somehow magically aligned against cuddling, but as a witch I'm actually allergic to people hovering while I sleep, sooo..."