The skin-to skin contact, as the man took Harry's hand, conducted a quivering, tingling aura of power of a practitioner of the Art up through Harry's right arm. It was strong, near to Harry's own power level, but with the drugs they were both on, a clear read was impossible.
He noted the scars, the breaks on the hands and wondered how they'd happened. His own left clenched, itself a ball of waxen-scarred skin. He still couldn't feel much on them, but he could utilize the thumb and first two fingers adequately.
"I'll help with the first, and we can see about the second. Can you describe it to me? How ling you had it? A picture would be great." How voice lowered. "Was it powerful?"