"With pleasure, Fraulein," he says graciously, taking a step back and slipping out from his clothing what looks like a slim, ragged tree branch. With an elegant gesture of his hand, he waves the branch - his wand - and something forms in the air. At first just a ripple of shimmering colour then it gradually forms, green then red as leaves then flowers appear as if from nothingness.

Finally he plucks the now very real bouquet of red roses from the air and presents it to her.

"For you."