"If you start adding on a tolerance fee, I might be forced to take my business elsewhere, Davis." He knew it was a lie, she was rumoured to be one of the best and he wouldn't trust just anyone with his game broom.
He raised an eyebrow at her statement. "He is understanding about men in your shop after hours who might have designs on your virtue?" He smirked, his tone incredibly serious. For all she knew he had shown up late with the intention of trying to take her to bed. He gave her a gaze that indicated he could very well be interested in much more than having his broom serviced but it was edged with teasing.
"It is nearly impossible to confuse you with my groupies or the witches who simper and beg for my attention. You have neither smiled coyly at me nor begged me in any way. There is a distinct lack of interest on your part that is very loud and clear."
He couldn't help the small sneer that appeared at her dismissal. She was right, he wasn't accustomed to rejection but it seemed he got it a lot more n recent months than he had in years. "It was merely a genuine offer to fly sometime not a cleverly disguised attempt to get in your knickers. If I wanted to fuck, I would have said it." He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly impatient.