"Are you implying I've charmed you Morag?" Myron grinned, a practised, charming grin. One that had been perfected over the years. "Or perhaps I have slipped something into your drink and you just haven't realised it yet."
He took another sip from his glass before placing it down on the bar beside them. It was that point of the evening where Myron felt it sensible to not finish whatever drink made it into his hand. "When I'm not in the spotlight? Hmm, not sure I can remember the last time I let that happen," Myron said rather jovially. He was surprised how easy the conversation was. Pulling Morag randomly from the crowd as a buffer meant he didn't feel much obligation to impress or flirt with her. She was more of a tool than an object of his desire, though strangely that seemed to be working in her favour, at least when it came to him. He felt himself relaxing slightly. "When I'm not in the spotlight, I mostly spend my time attempting to expand my collection," He told her, "I search for things unique and beautiful, or ugly but irreplaceable. Things that would be worth owning."