Morgana was no stranger to the admiration of men, and normally she could laugh anything off. But something was different with this Crowley. She felt her urges responding to his looks, thoughts wandering to naughty things they could get up to. Why not enjoy herself? It was a celebration.
"You're new," she informed him, stepping closer, her hips swinging. "I thought you might have been a spy." Not any more, though.