'You cannot do that,' she giggled as she ran away from him with a wide smile plastered to her lips.

'Of course, I can,' he sang closing in on her. "I can do anything as long as you say yes.'

She stopped and let him catch up to her. Tapping him on the forehead she said, 'I'm not that magical, you know.'

'But you are,' he insisted. 'Everything you do are the purest magic.'
'You are just saying that to get me to say yes.'

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. And she might have had a point, but he would never let her know that. He looked at her with pouty eyes.

'Pretty, pretty please.'

'Fine,' she sighed, throwing her hands up into the air, 'I give in. You can do anything you like, I've said yes.'

'Good,' he said while holding out his hand for her to grap. 'Common, let me show you what your magic can do.'

Prompt: Dialogue