"No, why should I be jealous?" Parvati gave the blonde an aloof look, "I don't care at all, I was just stating fact at how miserable your life could've been. Besides, you're all mine." She sniffed, tossing her hair in an airy gesture. "Trapped forever in the Lion's den."
"I'd only be perching on your desk. Nothing inappropriate about that." She began slowly, "And I can wiggle about when you come back from meetings: 'How did it go, sir? Is there anything I can do?'" She shimmied her slim body against his, "'Anything at all?'"
Who needed magic when there were enough sparks between the two of them to power the world?