"You are," Tracey said, rallying quickly and throwing up the politely irreverent mask that was best at protecting her in awkward situations. "He's cooking dinner. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." She hoped that Morag wasn't here to get the guttersnipe out of her brother's life. While she knew that the other witch was friendly toward her, that did not at all mean that she would be accepting of Callen dating her however casually.
She stepped back to let her in and found a warm squirming body quickly pressed against her leg. "Ahh, so you've found something more interesting than dinner, hmm, Jock?" she said, stooping slightly to brush her fingers across her puppy's head.
"Callen," she called back into the flat, "Morag's here."