"I'm sure they are." Amora takes his left hand, examining it as if she were looking through his skin.
"As are mine for being here, young prince." There's a bit of intonation on young, rather than little. "The boon is mine to grant as I see fit." She raises his hand to her lips and bites the third section of his middle finger lightly. The flesh is unbroken, but a drop of blood appears, encircling the finger before fading from sight.
She reaches for his other hand, holding his fingers to the spot. "If there is ever a task within my power, you may ask it. Grasp your finger in this manner, and whisper my name. There is no need to yell, just whisper."
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