"It really is ingenious, you know."

"Giles…" Deirdre said, warningly.

"Yes, yes," Rupert replied testily, "It's terrible, he's a bad, bad man, grrr. But you have to admit, it's a stunning piece of work. And you didn't hear anything? Then he must have done it almost silently, you're quite a light sleeper, aren't you?" He didn't bother pausing for an answer. It was clear that her part in this conversation would be minimal. She couldn't really bring herself to care. She would just be glad when the…when it was gone. Dutifully she dragged her attention back to her boyfriend. "And considering the condition he was in last night, well, he must be incredible…" He picked up the bear again, quickly reinforcing the enchantments surrounding his fingers. If the kid's glamour was that impressive, then he really didn't want to get hexed. He touched the heart. It felt like satin under his fingertips. Gently, he pulled it away from the bear. Surprised, he looked again at it. It was satin. "Deirdre, look at this!" She peered at him from across the room.

"What?" Rupert showed her the heart. "Oh, you fixed it!" She cried. "How?"

"I didn't fix it. Look, it changes back when I put it by the bear. So clever. Now, that means he can't just have localised the spell on the heart, he must have done something to make it…" He trailed off, deep in thought. Deirdre sighed. So much for 'just another junkie'. They were never going to hear the end of this.