Zacharias loved getting his way. Even something as menial as having Tracey agree to getting a drink was a win for him. He didn't know what that said about his personality, but he didn't much care. He ordered her a butterbeer, which slid down the bar toward her just a couple moments later.
After finishing the last of what remained in his glass, Zach turned to her. "You're awfully suspicious, do you know? Think I'm going to try and kill you, or something? I don't know you well enough either way to want to, so you can stop fretting. That curl isn't very fitting."