Fergus shrugged. "And I've been described as a womanising bastard who doesn't care for anything but getting laid." He gave her a piercing glance. "Do you believe it?" He sighed. "You know, it's a damned shame, the expectations that we put on women. Look this way, act this way, or you won't be the girl that blokes want to flirt with, marry, or anything. I am talking to you - flirting with you - because I saw you and thought you were cute." He quirked one side of his mouth up in a slight smile. "You're even better than that, since I've talked to you. You're also intelligent and you care about important things. Like rights for magical creatures."
He reached over to pat her hand. "I'm sorry for that, that he isn't letting you help him."