Oh, of course. They were in his home this time. Getting something from the shop was as simple as casting a summoning charm. She didn't have to let go after all.
"It doesn't matter," she whispered. "Not now that I'm here." And it didn't. Not when he looked at her like that. If she'd needed affirmation, there it was. His eyes were always full of heat, earnest and intense and never quite spoken. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
Muriel parted her lips when he lifted the vial to them, and closed her eyes as the potion slid down her throat. It only took a moment, and this time he would be watching as she changed. She wondered what it looked like - the sensation wasn't unpleasant. When she opened her eyes, she could see her hand still against his chest, but younger, slenderer. The clear polish was still on her fingernails.
She smiled at George. "Was that strange to watch? Help me out of these clothes."