"Don't worry, I won't make you." He would make her, most likely. At least if he kept drinking like that. Not that Millicent had ever turned dancing down.
"Yeah, well, maybe you'd have less to do if you weren't so busy putting on trials for innocent people and arresting people for throttling annoying fucking bints. With purple hair."
She filled her glass, took a deep drink and put it down in front of her. "Honestly, how do you do it? They're getting more fucked up by the day. I couldn't bear a second in that place."
Which was, admittedly, a bit more than you should ever share with a hitwizard, but what the hell. If it came down to it she could totally take him. Sure, he was taller than her, but she was twice as wide.