She pauses in her work, reaching up on tiptoe to grasp another piece between her fingers. Test it. Just the idea makes her nervous, but she has to admit that it would be better to know for certain. If for some reason her powers don't work on him...

"Yes," she says simply, tugging that piece and settling back on her heels. "All it takes is a few seconds of contact with my skin. Just two or three and I'd start absorbing you. Your energy, thoughts, memories. I'd end up with a whole copy of your psyche in my head that would never go away."

There's a clinical air to her words as if she's given this explanation a hundred times before.