What A Pair We Make (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

With Ulvir being higher on the food chain tha him, Taran found that a lot of his charms didn't work on her anymore. She would always giggle and apologize that she was a terrible practice subject, which damaged his ego a lot. He was still very proud of her, but he felt so left behind. He just wanted one day where he was better than her. So, even though he felt like a dick for doing it, he went to Doreth to see if she knew of a y way to fix his sore ego.
"Lady Doreth?" He called.
"Hello, young one~" Doreth was sat on a rather luxurious chair with a glass of pinot noir, "More problems with Corlia~?"
"N-No, no...um...Ulvir is stronger than me now...and I just.." He looked away and Doreth laughed coyly.
"You petty little boy~" She cooed and Taran felt his ears burn from shame. Doreth beckoned him closer and when he did, she whispered something in his ear. He pulled away and blinked.
"That's it?"
"That's it. It's only temporary, but she'll enjoy herself. Go on now~" She shooed him off and he scrambled away.
 
He pulled her close by her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, "And what are you filling that beautiful head with~?"
 
He took a breath and uttered the spell word for word, putting as much magic as he could into the words, hoping it would work.
 
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