Oh, Jesus Christ, [ Matt protests. He hadn't even thought about that. He'd thought of other malign uses of enchantments one might reasonably be suspicious of--something that would hurt Dimitri, or the magical equivalent of a sugar pill--but not spying, somehow. ] Well--no, no, I don't wanna do anything like that.

[ Just what a liar would say!

Matt regards Dimitri with a rueful smile. ]

That's so awful. I'm sorry they did that to you. [ A beat. ] Who was it, out of curiosity?

[ And so Matt can try to never tell that person he's giving out charms to Meris. ]