[Dawn smiles, appreciating the show of his revealing nothing up his sleeves. It's already entertaining because of that. And at the back of her mind she's realizing that he probably didn't mean real magic. Whoops.]
Dawn. Dawn Summers. [She pushes her hair back behind her ears and then rests her hands in her lap as she waits expectantly, watching the glass in his palm.] And I am definitely pro butterflies. Moths are a little freaky though. But butterflies, I'm a fan.