It’s not a truth serum

I reassure in the first instance

You won’t make me quack like a duck?

You inevitably reply

Only if you want to

I smile

 

Nor will I get you to eat an onion

thinking it’s an apple

But this still doesn’t satisfy

What if I’m not able to go under?

Under what?

I reply

 

Do you use a pendulum or watch?

Would you like me to?

My tone even my eye contact unwavering

You breathe, you close your eyes

I hypnotise