> Henrietta peered sheepishly at Poppy and Timothy. "If it helps, I don't really read anyone's minds at night. The teenage thoughts of hormone ridden boys and girls during aren't exactly the kind of the you want to be seeing."

"Yeah, I would imagine," [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) agreed, smiling still and mildly regretful at thinking the thoughts that were making Henrietta's cheeks charmingly flushed. But then again, he reasoned, he was not really at fault, because he surely cannot be in control at what comes to mind immediately upon seeing something. No-one could fault him for finding Henrietta beautiful; he was just a newcomer amongst a massive horde who thought the same, though he was quite closer to the center of it, he thought, being able to converse with her freely as of the moment - and he hoped he would continue to. She didn't seem like a bad girl. 

"Well, at least I know I'm completely safe at night." He leaned back, and relaxed his shoulders against the chair. "Or not. With your powers, we're all probably, for the lack of a better term, damned either way. But yeah," he rolled his eyes, trying to find something else to say, but finding none. "That's that."

_"That's a nice concept. Damned either way when it comes to her. Are we to resign ourselves to this philosophy?"_ Cadwal wondered, mentally stroking his ghostly beard. _"I wonder if she can manipulate me, though."_

_"Well, she can hear your thoughts, Cadwal."_

_"Speaking of thoughts, I'd love to know her reactions to the shite you come up with every night on your bed. I mean, I've met some risque poets before, but you-"_

_"Bloody hell, mate, don't tempt her!"_