Cormac shook his head. "Not even close to right," he said, torn between amusement and feeling bad for her. He knew she was disappointed and surprised and maybe even hurt. But still, she's the one who hadn't asked or cared to find out. She even said she barely knew anything about the girl before now. If she didn't know that much, what right did she have to get mad or frustrated or even jealous? She had no right.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," he said as he took a drink.
He rolled his eyes. "Then stay. Watch her dance. Wonder if I can get something in her g-string? I can go up to the stage... they're allowed for the purposes as long as the woman aren't actually touched. Wonder how much she charges for a private lap dance? Do you think 3 Galleons would do it? That's pretty normal... Or maybe she only charges 1 galleon?"