It wasn't Harry's fault. Not at all. Mal watched him pull back and she shook her head. "No. It's fine." She was supposed to be letting loose. Opening up and having fun. That was what Evie had instructed her to do. So far, Mal wasn't fairing well.
"Grimoire, huh? That's new for me. I've never heard of it called that before. It's just been the spellbook, you know?" Easing her stance, letting her shoulders drop the tension, Mal offered a slight grin. Okay. It was all going to be alright.
"Everything in that band? So, you use it to punch people? Well, magically punch them? Wicked. Do you have to use it a lot? Back home I mean."