Her drink was something fruity and smooth with only a hint of alcohol in it which suited Tracey just fine. She wasn't in the right frame of mind to appreciate getting too chemically relaxed.
She smiled and reached out to run her fingertips along the line of his jaw ever so lightly. "For many reasons, I'm sure." And not only because he was a lawman.
"What shall we talk about then?" she asked, sipping at her drink, her eyes locked on his. "Not Quidditch, I hope, because my opinions tend to run toward critisms of uniform choices and how well the players fill them out."