Tracey rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively at him.
But that didn't keep her from watching him - his arse to be specific - as he sauntered back into the kitchen. "That's not what I need to sleep at night," she muttered.
She glanced at Morag and raised an eyebrow. "Turkish runes, hmm?" Perhaps showing interest in her paper would make Morag more inclined to being acceping.