He would have kissed her then, too, had he the courage to do it. Not because she was sad, but because the moment felt right for it. She was in her element, seemingly happy just to show him what she could do, and Peter responded accordingly.
Having never seen real magic, he was sure for a moment, that she was playing tricks on him and that there were wires attached somewhere, but he knew it was genuine. She hadn't come prepared to show him anything and she hadn't had time to sneak in and set the place up beforehand. His half drunken mind tried to search for logic and found zero.
"Holy shit," he managed.
The best part was the look on her face, making her all the more attractive to him. She didn't hold the same menacing aura that Randal Flagg did, the snake in the grass sorcerer. Peter was sure of it. He tried not to focus too much on the dreams that still felt fresh in his memory, as if everything had happened right here and only a few hours ago.
Instead, he touched the bouquet of dried flowers as if testing to see if they were real. "I think we'll wait for that one until I'm more sober," he stated, smiling a little. There was that moment still, that he wanted to sift his fingers into her hair and pull her toward him, but Peter was not a man who would do that to someone who'd just broken up with someone else.
"Do they teach you this stuff at the wart hog school?" he asked.