The hunger in Valkyrie's stomach was entirely supplanted by a new hunger. It sent waves of heat through her body, heightening each sense and the woman before her slowly narrowed into focus as the dazzling center of the universe. Every movement she beheld, every point of pressure--it was addictive. Valkyrie began to slide their fingers to intertwine, but no more than that. She trapped Bo's fingers between hers firmly.

"What magic do you wield?" Enough presence of mind to ask questions, at the least.