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He glanced over thoughtfully. "You can try it."
"But murdering people is against the law," she said, "so technically it's still not allowed."
He looked down at her. "What do you mean?"
"There's no rules against it."
He looked over at James. "He's not saying anything. And it's not like I can get him to talk."
She shrugged. "It depends on the game."
Eventually Abel sighed in frustration. "This isn't working."
"But teleportation would take it to the next level."
He went quiet, partially listening.
She grinned. "I bet you'd be killer at tag, if you mastered it."
He flushed slightly. "Just complimenting you when it feels right."
She brightened. "You can teleport, right?"
He pursed his lips. "This isn't what I meant."
She laughed. "What else can you do?"
He suddenly looked hesitant. "Why?"
She squinted. "That must be overwhelming."
He frowned, clearly unaware of her plotting. "What?"
"True," she said, "but how often do you know when a fly is watching you from a wall? Or an ant?'
"Would you like me to stop?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because if you think about it, shapeshifting gives you whole lot of powers. You can be tiny, or giant, or you can fly, or have have huge, scary...
