No Control Over Them

"No. I don't know how long I have to stay here, so I am preserving the food and drinks for later," she told him truthfully.

He made a small noise of distress at the back of his throat. She didn't pay it much attention, not wanting his pity. "I can bring you food, you know?" he grumbled.

"Does your protection spell work selectively only on the food and not me? Is it like live video editing?" she joked.

Yes, no matter how advanced his magic was, he didn't have such quirky powers. His silence was answer enough.

"There is also the matter of discarding packaging, leaving behind crumbs and other evidence. I can't afford that," she explained to him. She had to calmly explain her situation to him. If he got offended, lord knew what he would do to the mafia. She didn't trust him to hold in his temper when he was irritated.

"I understand."