Marcus had just finished lathering up his beard when he heard the liquid sound of someone teleporting into his bedroom behind him. Looking up into the mirror he confirmed who it was before calling out, 'Be with you in a sec, Dana.'
'No worries, love,' she drawled. 'Although I do believe there isn't a place in here where I dare to make myself to home.'
Heaving a sigh and with razor in hand, he took the few steps from the tiny washroom into his bedroom to see what she was talking about this time.
She stood with her back to him in the middle of the untidy room, clad in a full length white talbuk fur coat. Turning to greet him, she let one side of the fabulous garment fall to reveal a bare shoulder. Her cerulean eyes sparkled as she smiled and tossed her golden mane.
'Marcus, darling, how I love the way you look at me,' she said. 'I can almost feel you counting every freckle on my body.'
He jumped back into the washroom, deciding that the trimming of his magnificent sideburns could wait. 'So you've forgiven me about the other night, then, Dana?' Taking a moment to glance into the mirror to watch her reaction, he saw that the other side of the fur coat had also dropped, not only fully revealing the perfection of her shoulders' creamy skin but the mounded tops of her heavenly breasts.
'Oh, of course, love,' she said. 'By the by, I've recently taken up the study of fire spells.' She paused and turned her back on him again, letting the coat drift downward to catch on the prominence of her firm buttocks. 'I know how you like playing with fire, Marcus.'
He quickly turned and dipped his hands into the water to rinse his face. He heard the sigh of air being pulled into a vortex behind him and with a thrill of foreboding he dropped to the floor under the sink. Her spell hit the mirror with a whoosh and magic dust shimmered as it fluttered to the floor around him.
Carefully crawling out from under his shelter on hands and knees, he peered around the doorframe into his bedroom. A rabbit sat on the white fur coat, blinking its cute little pink eyes at him.
'Dana, you and your temper,' he sighed. 'When will you ever learn?'