Second test option.

Dago tried to answer, but found he could only move his eyes. Shit, he still must be paralyzed. Selene seemed to know this and stared at him with an evil glint in her eye.

“No answer?” she asked rhetorically, “I’ll pick for you, then!”

She pulled out a small dropper of clear blue liquid. Dago had been around enough potions while on Infirmary duty to know what that was. It was concentrated holy water. She angled the dropper right over his hand and carefully dropped a small amount on his palm. Dago made a strangled noise as his hand started to burn with an intense acidic pain. He still couldn’t move his muscles, but the rest of his organs worked fine, especially his lungs. The noise was loud, but muffled because he couldn’t open his mouth. Selene pulled away the dropper, noting the neat circular burn the water made on his hand. She put down the dropper on the stainless steel tray next to him and picked up a clipboard, scribbling some notes on it.

Dago was making an attempt to use glamour on Selene now, and she looked very uncomfortable for a second. She realized what might be happening and scribbled some more notes.

“Interesting, what is that power exactly?” she said, returning to her normal cruelly inquisitive expression.

Dago finally found his voice again, “I’ll tell you the truth,” he said through grit teeth, “Just let me go and I’ll tell you what you want to know!”