In the Lord of the Rings world, on the Middle-earth Continent, in a bedroom in the Royal Palace of Minas Tirith.
Galadriel slowly woke. She looked at Andrew, who had also awakened, with conflicting emotions in her eyes and said, "You got your wicked way with me after all."
"Hey, as heaven is my witness, I was the victim here!"
Andrew protested, "I went to all that trouble to tutor you, and you took advantage of my injury to tamper with my tea and defile me.
"Worse still, afterward you said I belonged to you from now on, and that if I flirted with anyone else, you'd beat me to death.
"Just listen to yourself. What kind of tyrant says something like that? This is moral decay and a perversion of human nature."
"Drop dead!"
Unable to listen any longer, Galadriel hurled a vase at Andrew, her face scarlet. Andrew raised his hand, and the vase instantly flew back into place. Galadriel snorted and cast a spell. The vase rapidly shrank, traveled through time, and appeared where Andrew stood.
On this journey through dreams, winning her over had only been a secondary objective. His real mission had been to teach Galadriel Technology Magic, and this move alone showed that she had mastered it completely.
Galadriel was proficient in botany, biology, and quantum mechanics. She was already a qualified Technology Mage, and her greatest strength was not biology, but quantum mechanics.
Galadriel could even travel through time using quantum mechanics, which showed just how accomplished she was.
Of course, however accomplished Galadriel was, she still could not surpass Andrew. He smiled slightly, making his body intangible. He was both in this moment in time and outside it. The vase passed through him, then time reversed, returning it to its original position.