What the hell was in his glass? Sera made a face as he took it back and changed it to... something green that looked like one of Harry Potter's potions. It didn't smell that great either, and she wasn't about to ask to try that one. He'd just say no anyway. Why did people like her brother and Dom think she was an infant?
A flicker of annoyance crossed Sera's face at what Dom said next. She was going to have to have a talk with her mom about boundaries; some of those drawings had been private. It was embarrassing to be teased about something she'd drawn when she'd been thirteen. She met his gaze unflinchingly, though, eyebrows slightly arched. "I'm not thirteen anymore," she told him, pushing her biceps closer to her body so her cleavage would swell, as if to emphasize that fact. "I don't believe it's necessary to get married."
Her smile was demure when she replied to his question with, "I still draw, and I'm still damn good."