"You're on a date with a Slytherin witch. A little bragging is mandatory," she teased, brushing her fingers back across his lips before withdrawing to her side of the table.
Tracey dropped her gaze briefly. Speaking about herself was certainly a minefield unless she kept to the types of things had absolutely no meaning. "I think it is going well and there is always the possiblity of another." She was beginning to think that perhaps having some more rum in her drink would have been nice. She simply was never comfortable with talking about herself. But she was going to give it a try. At least then if Callen walked away, she could at least comfort herself however hollowly that she'd tried.
"I don't know that there's much to know," she said with a shrug. "I am an only child though I have something of an older brother in a cousin that was more or less raised by my parents. I enjoy a good racy, mindless romance novel every now and then. I love fabulous, strappy high heeled shoes not only because I need the height boost but because they are something I can justify bying just for me."
She lifted her glass and said, "what else do you want to know?" before drinking deeply of the fruit juice in her glass.