Morag had to smile, grinning up at Antonin. 'I suppose she will have a phase where all she thinks about are clothes and conquests,' she sighed. 'But we will know that she knows how to protect herself, won't we?' she told him.
'Can I have another of those soda things?' she asked. 'And then the games, I think.' Her feet weren't ready for dancing, not after the extended shopping trip that afternoon.
Morag found herself relaxing, and she slipped her hand onto Antonin's arm. In spite of her disregard for fashion and things of that ilk, she thought she looked good, and she was pleased. The dress was one of those Gabrielle had tried to talk her out of, and she supposed she might not be able to wear it again after that night, but she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.