Re: floating above; malefactor/the boss
He looked over at the businessman, glancing up, then down, then up again. "Yes," he said, throaty and personally pleased. That didn't seem to come from the witch one bit. It was a self confidence native to this body. On some level or another, it went down to the bone. He was worth the asking.
The witch tsked, eyes drooping. "Son." He wasn't even all that young, which made it all the more patronizing, the chastisement echoing down a long and distant hallway. He didn't take it personally, though, amused rather than affronted. "I am interested in you," he said. He matched step, his strides lengthening to keep pace with the businessman's self-assured stride. "I wouldn't have stopped if I wasn't."
The witch reached back along the broom and stroked the spiny bristles at the base. "It taught me I needed no one else," he said. "It taught me I could do what I chose with my own power, and that it was mine, and no one else's. No one with honeyed words could have it, and no one with a silver tongue. That power is mine to do what I choose with. I gift it only to those I love." He smiled at some distant object - some faraway affection. "I use it for the cause I believe in, and for those I love, as I said, and that's all. Not for any man's self-aggrandizement."
The vendor was dishing out American staples, hot dogs, cheeseburgers and cold cokes. "A hot dog and a coke," he said, lingering on the verge of thinking of himself as she, constantly contemplating that odd discrepancy. "Onions and ketchup," he instructed the girl behind the silver cart, who nodded and started dishing up. He looked up at the businessman between long lashes. "Recognition and respect from the person I respected most." He nodded. "Position, and political power. The possibility to make the world better. A position that would make this," he gestured to his green face with a green hand, "Irrelevant. A dream that solved every problem." He pursed his lips. "Needless to say, I was naive."