Even if he’d notice her hand movements, he couldn’t have prevented her wordless, wandless magic. Instantly, his voice was again muted and he was pinned against the stone wall. Calmly, she strode towards him and removed the flask from his pinned hand. His lips moved, but she was blissfully oblivious to the aspersions he’d surely cast her way. Looking him dead in the eyes, she took a sip from the flask.