What was the mind control magic?

"So... earlier, when I was dressing you, I felt something a bit...weird."

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert == true}"Ugh, you disgust me - how dare you get aroused during that!"

"Ah- hey, it wasn't arousal!" Well, it's partially true. "It was like... something in my head."{endif}

Nightwing pauses for a moment before hesitantly pressing you for details.

"It was like...a compulsion to obey you. I panicked and resisted it, and it went away, but I have to know - was it somehow something related to our contract, or whatever?"

"It is related to our contract - I can compel you to obey me by only thinking it. However, like you said, you were able to resist it - it is not full control. It is only a compulsion. I used a very small amount of that compulsion." She pauses for a moment. "However, that your were able to resist even that was quite...surprising."

"How so?"

"Only those with an aptitude for magic can resist such compulsion," Nightwing elaborates. "But I don't sense any such aptitude in you. So, either our contract is weak in some way, I used less power than I thought I did, or..."

You stop brushing for a moment with a small frown. "...or what?"

"Or you are not an ordinary human."

You nod, trying to process the news. So... what does this mean for you? Would you be able to break the contract, if it's weak? And if you're not an ordinary human... what are you?

"My brother should be able to assist in identifying the cause behind such a phenomenon," Nightwing informs you. "If, of course, he decides to help."

{if@ askedHome==false}"Why wouldn’t he? Isn't he your brother?"

Nightwing hesitates for a moment. "Familial relationships between dragons are not as...strong as those of humans."

Oddly enough, she almost seems sad about that. Maybe it has something to do with why she hasn't been home? You should ask her.{else}Considering what you now know about the average dragon, it's not entirely surprising that he may not be willing to help.{endif}

You let the conversation lapse back into silence, dutifully brushing her hair as you do.