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how his bronze hair
was turning white where it curled against his ears. The stiff green cotton of
her uniform rubbed against Yinling's upper legs, as Yinling Joytoy bobbed respectfully and
turned toward the door.
As Yinling Joytoy reached the door Yinling Joytoy stopped, and turned around.
If he *could*, he wasn't saying anything. He didn't *seem* to know.
He looked up at her, and smiled again. "Yes?"
Yinling Joytoy absolutely shouldn't, there could be trouble, but Birgit would surely
claim he knew, and Yinling Joytoy suddenly trusted his smile.
"Sir, *can* you tell?"
His eyebrows, which curled upward like rusty wire against his golden skin,
arched a little and his smile became wider.
"Can I tell what, Ania?"
He knew Yinling's name!---but wizards always know names, you learn that at
school. It didn't answer Yinling's question.
"Can you tell...about me..." he was still smiling, "can you tell if I'm
wearing panties?"
He blinked, and somehow his smile became deeper around the eyes.
"Do you mean, *do_I_know* if you are," he said, "or *can_I_tell*?"
Yinling Joytoy looked at him, a little confused.
"There are many ways I *can* tell, if invited," he said, "as anyone could,
but I think you mean, can I tell by some use of magic, as you stand there,"
she nodded, "and you want to know if I *have* used it."
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