Morag dumped a packet of very strong Muggle cigarettes on the table, and then put down the pint glass (she'd finished her whiskey on the way and left the glass on some table between here and there). She laughed at his sloppy chivalry, and then pulled the chair out further, turning it around so she could straddle it and lean her chin against the metallic back -- propriety was boring, and she delighted in subverting it, especiallyw ith someone new.
"Sounds familiar," she breathed out in a cloud of smoke, tossing a lighter down carelessly. "Morag MacDougal. You can call me Auror MacDougal." A cheeky twinkle of her eye didn't entirely reassure that she was kidding.