Her hand slid up a little further to press her palm against his toned muscles. "Please, honey, my stamina was never in question," she retorted, smirking. Plucking her glass back up, she downed the rest of it, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch a drop of whiskey that had lingered there, her hand still pressed against his skin.
Her other hand came up to tug his sweater at the center of his chest, leaning up to bring her lips closer to his ear. "Meet me in the ladies' room. I'll throw up the right spells," she promised.
Abruptly, she pulled her hands away and leaned around him to glance at the brothers. "Gentleman," she greeted them with an impish wink before turning and walking to the lavatory. The first thing she did once the door closed behind her was make sure it was empty, then she cast a muggle repelling charm, and then transfigure her jeans into a miniskirt that would be very easy to push up and out of the way.