Oh, yes, well. If that would help, then Dan would oblige - he tipped his chin up, meeting Bill more than halfway there. Cupped his face, stroked his cheek, down along his jaw. There it was, that kiss, slow and gentle and perfectly able to tumble into more - if Bill didn't have to concentrate, that is.
And holy fucking shit, the guy just turned a leaf into a rug. What the -
Dan was watching, obviously captivated, and the fireplace just appeared too and he had no idea how that worked, it mostly just felt like an acid trip. Had been too long since he'd dropped acid though, and surely it felt different for Bill. It was in his blood, right? Magic? It crackled and simmered there?
"You used your wand to...communicate?" he clarified, stepping toward the fireplace to also have a look because ooh.