Ill will towards a gorgeous male bookworm? Not in a million years. Of course if he was all these things and also a creep, a skeeve or some kind of predator that completely changed, but this didn't look to be the case now. And Maxine wasn't one to strike without evidence. She looked around the shop when Zach mentioned the old expression and chuckled. "Well if it applies to anything, it's the aftermath of a tree springing up in the middle of a shop."
Rummaging through her purse Maxine pulled out a business card which read 'Maxine Archer - Historian and Scholar' along with her telephone number and email address. Holding it out to her new friend, she grinned brightly. "I am told I can be quite persuasive." Maxine was quite certain she could live eight hundred more years and little private Siren jokes would never cease to amuse her. "Here is my card. If you do decide to let me help all I ask is that you find the legal help we'll need, because I am fairly new in town and don't know what is what in that regard."