With the first touch of fingertip to jaw and to cheek, the spell began. Again, it wasn't very strong; it certainly wouldn't feel heavy on the man's soul, not at first. It was simply a small seed of need placed in the man's being. Physical contact helped; it might even be part of what he'd need. A voice perhaps, just a glance. Her scent, only this particular sorceress was careful to make it her own, not the Xanadu woman's downstairs. It was a little tricky, but it made more sense. Eventually, the poor devil would need the feeling that he had just being around her, in her own energy so to speak, this being in front of him.
The spell was unspoken, though the better ones usually were vocalized. She traced the lines of his face, creating a pattern, a glyph of sorts with the tracings. His eyes, his lips, even his nose and ears became part of that tracing.
"You are a very attractive man." She leaned in closer, her head tilting as if those pale eyes could see. "A very attractive man."