Lower Tadfield Safehouse

Belial wiped the condensation off of his palms. They were chilly, and his fingertips a little numb. It had been too long since he'd done any conjuration on the corporeal plane. Manipulating the core of something when he didn't have to tie his energy to a living shell was much easier.

"Not of drinking," he said, though that was a close enough guess. He smiled broadly at Loki. "Temptation."