"At least you didn't tell me it was a lovely name," she said. "It isn't."
She took the glass of Kir Royale, smiling as she listened to him talk. Morag liked the fact that Myron didn't bother to lie to her about his motives. He was right, she thought as she glanced around the bar. Patrons were laughing and talking, jewels sparkling from every wrist and neck that she saw. This was a long way from where she'd come and a sudden, longing look at the dancers on the floor betrayed that.
Morag composed herself quickly and smiled up at him. "You should have charmed the drinks. That is, if you didn't." With a quirk of her eyebrow, she took a very small sip.