"Usually tiny isn't a word I look for when I think perfect," Sienna said with a smirk. She lowered her wand and walked over to Knox, holding the bottle to her lips and knocking back an impressive swallow of whiskey.
Gesturing with her wand, she perched herself on a fallen log. Watching things explode was far more entertaining than trailing Warrington was going to be. She shook her head slightly, trying to get that thought out of her mind.
"I'm not leaving, so I hope you don't mind an audience."