"Good," she teased back. "Oh, brilliant idea. A tolerance fee. I like that. Yours would be very, very high, Montague." Their light banter was amusing enough. Tracey could admit that. "Ah yes, the rules, eyes everywhere, even more than normal." She didn't have that problem and certainly couldn't understand all the ramifications of being famous or recognised by anyone.
Shrugging was her best answer to his question about her having a boyfriend. What was she going to do? Admit how pathetic she was? Tell him the truth, that her lover only came round when it was convenient for him or she got lonely enough she went looking for him? Bloody hell, I need a date. "Don't worry about me, Montague. He's understanding enough and knows just exactly how much of my time and attention you'll actually take." The idea of entertaining Isaac Montague though put enough of a blush on her cheeks that she leaned forward while her hair hid her until it passed.
Tracey stopped what she was doing and turned to stare at the wizard in her work room. Did he seriously just invite her out to fly? Montague? While the teeny-tiniest part of her wanted to scream 'yes!' and suggest they go right then, the practical part just offered him a sly little smirk as she shook her head. "Do not confuse me with one of your groupies or those coy little bints that fall into your lap at the pubs. I'm interested in the business you have here at my shop and absolutely nothing else. You can save your charm and smile and bad boy attitude for whichever little chippie comes along next because it is wasted on me."