"You wouldn't," she said matter-of-fact, pulling her hands out of her coat pockets. Her brows knitted together in concentration as she brought her hands up, one made into a fist with the other orbiting around it, curling and uncurling her fingers--an altered version of spirit fingers--and gradually moving this motion up to his ear. From there, she drew back, pulling from his ear some imaginary thing, which, when she opened up her palm, turned out to be a piece of candy that she didn't even know she had a minute ago. Looking up at Hunter as if mystified by her own talents, she declared, "I am an undercover magician."
Marlow took his hand and dropped it into his palm.
"The real costume's on my bed." With a shrug, she shoved her hands back inside her coat and looked him over before offering a wry, tilted smile. "I wanted to see how you were doing."