Yes, compulsion magic. The sort that compels the body to act of it's own volition.

[ He's glad he asked what each of the bottles did before he got sprayed, so he has a general idea of how this is going to go. He wants to get away quickly and take care of it himself, by himself, and his skin is already beginning to feel hot. He's getting impatient. ]

We all seem to have our own gilded cages, so I see no reason not to retire to mine, alone.

[ He licks his bottom lip because it feels dry, and he notices how cute this man's lips are. Shit. ]