Meaghan smiled and took a drink of her glass after he'd tapped his against hers.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think so. I think we are just playing a game in general. A game of guessing. A game of chance," she said, smiling for a moment. Reaching up, she twirled some hair around her finger, playing for a moment. Dropping her hand again, she gestured toward the nearest window. "It's not a full moon. You're not dangerous if it's not a full moon unless you are just a generic crazy person," she said, knowing she was true. "And I am a little crazy and really don't fear much. But yeah... yeah, I am." She was admitted, sort of, to being a witch. He'd guessed a lot so far so she wasn't going to blatantly lie to him. "Still want to talk to me?"
Gently, Meaghan reached over and waved her hand in front of his face. "Don't go all melodramatic and sad on me now," she said, "You're much more amusing when you're just being arrogant or idiotic. Please, don't change. Don't ever change." She was kidding, of course, hoping to lighten the mood and cheer up him a little.