"You like it when the--" Janet laughs, a low sound, surprising herself with it. She flexes her fingers against Susan's skin, which is so warm. "Okay, we're going to have to do this more than once," she says. "There's too much ground to cover, and you know as well as I do that rushing things is a recipe for disaster. I'm penciling you in for a fourth date already." With that, she slides her hand to that latch Susan showed her, the one that undoes the entire belt, and -- just to show off -- flickers her fingers in another tiny spell, one to make it fall open just as the knot on her dress did.