““Hello,' he said, his voice and smile pleasant. 'You can't touch me!' I sat up and pulled the covers over myself. 'Yes about that. You need to negate the command.' 'Excuse me?' He looked at me patiently, like he was explaining something to a stubborn child. 'You need to break that command.' 'And why on earth would I ever want to do that?' I glared at him. Lunatic. 'Because I wasn't finished.' 'Oh, no, I really think that you were.' I held up my wrist. It still bore the scarlet mark of his hand and, to my eyes at least, was bright against the light of the lamp. Then, since I was holding up my hand anyway, I flipped him off. 'You're going to need more.' 'Well, that's easy.' I held up my other hand and flipped him off with that one, too.””
