I offer a kiss, my bed, my body. And then, for my own trick, I disappear.

And though I may still have to hide from those who would intend me harm, I can at least stop hiding from one person in particular... Myself.

You just told me that you were giving me a taste of what I've always wanted, but you've already done that - and without the use of magic.

O, the things I tolerate to portray the ultimate illusion: love.