Dominic took her hand and smiled. "Megan," he echoed. "I'm Dominic. I don't think we have... I'd definitely remember." The way his eyes lingered on her figure was not, perhaps, entirely professional. He definitely didn't use his work as a way to pick up women, or men, but Megan's glossy dark hair, her curves and that blush were definitely ticking boxes for him.
He followed her inside, dragging his eyes away from her to consider the inside of her shop. He'd not been in before, not having any particular need of her wares, but it was very different from the few muggle lingerie shops he'd walked past in shopping centres. "I love the lights," he said, gesturing to the twinkling points of light over the bed. "This isn't what I expected," he admitted, his eyes bright with the challenge of it, of fitting whatever work he did to the atmosphere that already existed. "Did you have any specific ideas for what you want?"