"A few hours," he says. "I could make it last a few days, but I'd have to touch you. Could try that now, if you're feeling up for it?"

Usually, when he'd snap his fingers and make someone not afraid to do something, it was from across a bar or in a politician's office. For warriors, he'd have to be trusted, he'd have to make contact with them. It was a very different sort of sensation, being blessed into fearlessness by a demon.