Morgana was sure that most of Connor's clients went home more than happy with whatever they had purchased from him. But for her purposes, transformed items would not suit, they would ruin the spell and turn it in an entirely different direction. No, she needed the real thing, and Connor knew that unlike most people, Morgana could tell when he had magicked his items.
A smile flickered across her lips at his remarks, and she replied with a hint of amusement, "Do you ever wish to know?" As the alchemist began to search his shelves, Morgana drew her finger across the counter, her long sharp nail making a soft scratching noise against the wood. "She has been lovely... and very, very evil, of course." The smirk on her lips grew at those words, and amusement flashed in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to the other man once more. "And how has the alchemist been? Not at all rumpled, I see."