Meaghan reached out and grabbed her glass, raising it to him. This time the gesture was not in mocking after just insulting him. "I always knew I was special and no one ever had to tell me that," she said with a smirk, meaning it. She'd always had a very high opinion of herself, which wasn't always appreciated, but true nevertheless.
"What secrecy? I thought we were playing a game," she said with a smile. When he said that she was taking the news rather well, she shrugged. She was a witch. A pureblood witch. She'd know werewolves truly existed all her life, and while she knew to stay away from them and they were on the low end of the society totem pole, she always knew that they were only dangerous during the full moon. Tonight wasn't a full moon. In fact, it was a few days ago. He wasn't being aggressive and irrational, so she assumed he as yet to truly be affected by it. "Personally, no," she answered, honestly. She was sure that this was the longest conversation she'd had with a werewolf within her knowledge. They weren't high on her social list.
"I really think any woman who would and could kick your ass should be cherished and kept around and appreciated. We are a rare breed and very under-appreciated," she said with a smile. But for some reason, his words made her just think he was an idiot again, but now she was more than aware he agreed with her which made it less satisfying to tell him herself.