Thorn: So, uh . . . this magical girl would like to check in your mind and confirm that you saw nothing memorable. Since it didn’t happen. Understand?
Leif: Yes, but . . . That sounds like something you need the Embassy’s permission to do. Since I’m their property, and all.
Thorn: Well — can she have permission to touch you? Just your hand. Nothing else.
Leif: Um —
What if she tries to “touch” somewhere else? Would your bracelet protect me from that too?
Thorn: That’s what I made it for.