Some heat crept into Qebhet's cheeks; Merlin laid on the flattery thick, without a hint of irony in his expression, and she wasn't sure what on earth to do with it. Power and beauty? Hers weren't even worth commenting on, not in this room! That was no modesty, just a simple fact.
"A, um... an owl might be hard to find in Harlem," she said with a self-conscious laugh. "Perhaps a text message would suffice?"