If anything, his Grace had at least returned his will power. He knew what she was doing and he had no desire to give into it. Despite the fact that yes, she had tasted better than he'd expected and her hair had been a pleasant tactile experience. Soft. Easy to curl around his fingers.
He decided he needed to change his thinking process.
Throwing back another drink, he keeps his eyes firmly head. Which unfortunately does little good considering there's a mirror behind the bar and Meg's reflection is practically smirking at him. It's infuriating as much as it is intriguing. "And who did you kill for it?"