Suggestion

The man’s hand vanished inside the satchel, grasping a snake’s tongue and some sweet oil out of Astrid’s sight. A subtle grin crawled across the man’s face beneath his beard: Normally he had to cast spells in serious, life-or-**** situations with important objectives at stake, and he hadn’t had an opportunity quite like this to use this spell at his leisure. This lovely girl would feel a magical compulsion to follow his suggestion, and he’d make the best of that power.

“It’s such a lovely sunny day though... I suggest that...”