Cheeky. Forward. Rough around the edges even when cleaned up. All points in his favour, and Morag might have flirted back if she wasn't on the job -- but there was the tricky business of his being a pureblood, and even off the job, that wasn't something she'd easily forget... no matter how enticing his sass mouth was.
"Actually, this is the part where I take you to the proper office," she replied, leaning back to retrieve a quill so she could send a note off to a secretary to have their sighting informant notified of an official visit. Using her knee as a backstop for her memo, she wrote with haphazard, untidy swiftness, then folded a paper aeroplane -- which soared out of her hands and into another, equally busy part of the floor.
"The pint offer comes when I'm off duty." A tremor of her lips hinted at amusement, but she didn't make any assurances that she wouldn't arrest him anyway. For kicks.