Roger stared openly as Morag started to undress. She wasn't a typical female. She did herself up when she pleased and got by on natural beauty when she didn't but watching her peel out of her robes and jacket held his full attention. Could he have explained that it wasn't sexual? Probably not, but it wasn't. Not completely. It was like watching her ease into her own skin. She was a goddess and had no idea the power she could wield. Especially over him.
"How the hell do you get by with no partner?" Bureaucracy bullshit. Of course he rarely went out without a team of eight or twelve so Roger's viewpoint might be jaded. "This is too big of a case to just have them with one auror to guard her. Has she given anything up?" Roger gave the witch another look and moved to stand in front of the door where she couldn't see him. It would give her something to think about nonetheless.
He'd watched Morag wiggle out of her shoe and thought about his options. Yes, he cared for her, but not enough to touch her bare feet after two days of hard investigation. "Move," he ordered and slipped behind her, his own back to the door now. He let the blonde resume her position and lean back against him. Her shoulders he could rub and save her feet for later. "That's a crime of passion. Either she was clumsy with her wand or the spell and didn't know what she was doing or she lost her temper." His first thought, as his hands settled on Morag's shoulders and started to gently squeeze, was that it was a lover's quarrel. That wasn't just the sexist in him but it had to be considered.
As the words came from Morag's lips, he kissed the top of her head and resumed the gentle pressure of his hands on her muscles. "What do you think happened? Is she just the decoy?"