As seems to be the fashion these days...

[zhilbar]

If you had Me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted Me to, what would you do with Me?(Pretending I cannot 'out' Myself, naturally.)

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[reluctantbelief]

"I don't think you'd fit in my house."

[zhilbar]

He chuckles broadly, shifting to a more reasonable form. "Are you sure? I like to think that I'm quite accommodating."

[reluctantbelief]

His eyes widen. "Yeah. Sure. Fine."

[zhilbar]

His eyes twinkle out from under the cool hat. "In which case, is an answer to be forthcoming?"

[reluctantbelief]

"I hadn't thought about it. Don't know much about you."

[zhilbar]

"I take it, then, the objective would be to learn?"

[reluctantbelief]

"Yeah, maybe. See what you can do for me." He grins.

[zhilbar]

"Oho! I can see I would need to be on My toes, then, to ensure you didn't get more than was good for you!" A return grin flashed.

[reluctantbelief]

"Well, you wouldn't be able to help it. The rules are that you have to do anything I say, right?"

[zhilbar]

"Close enough, certainly. And yet, if My wordspinning were deft enough, I just might manage, at that.. What cannot be done is such a fluid thing, I find."

[reluctantbelief]

"Hmm." He narrows his eyes.

[zhilbar]

An eyebrow-ridge raised... then He sighed and looked Magnus straight in the eye. "Perhaps a scenario then, lad. Care to listen while I prattle on?"

[reluctantbelief]

He shrugs. "Whatever."

[zhilbar]

He avoids the temptation to roll His eyes. "Try not to fall asleep, now."

Taking a deep breath, He stood in the Attitude of Teaching and began to speak, sonorous voice rising and falling with the subtle inflections used. "Imagine, if you will, asking for the ability to have anything you want- no, everything you want. Just by thinking about it. Sounds like everyone's dream, yes? What you want, when you want it, how you want it.. after all, it's triggered by your wanting.

"Now think of the consequences. A pretty girl walks by you on the street, and you look at her subconsciously thinking "I wouldn't mind a piece of that." Suddenly, she throws herself into your arms and tries to drag you to a hotel room. What does that do to her free will, or your own morals against what effectively is rape? Somebody cuts you off on the freeway, and you're going "Just DIE!" and they keel over. Suddenly you're a murderer, not to mention you're probably in a crash. You think wistfully of an old girlfriend, and she tracks you down. You get mad

[reluctantbelief]

"I... yeah." He looks a bit phased.