Rubbing my hand, I asked, "What's the catch, Dick?"
No catch. You helped me, so we're even."
Okay, but where's the speech about great power and great responsibility? Or telling me not to abuse this gift?"
Dick laughed and said, "Oh, none of that nonsense here, bucko. This is fairy magic. What's the point of having fairy magic if you can't abuse it? Just be careful, because if someone knows they're being manipulated, it becomes harder to do. So no blabbing about it, but only because it makes the magic stop working. Abuse the hell out of it though."
With very little else, Dick flitted away and was soon lost in the foliage. The only thing I had to show myself I wasn't crazy was the mark on my hand, already looking like a tiny scar.