"Well, I suppose we have only just met," Cormac said. "I guess I'd be scared if you were immediately after my heart. Best to wait a few days at least." He snickered. "Will there be free food? If there's food I can assure you they'll be honored."
Gasping in mock horror, Mac widened his eyes into his best puppy-dog eyes and pouted at her. "Has anyone mentioned that you've got a wide cruel streak, Miss Pansy Parkinson?" he asked, losing the pout to a snicker. "It'll serve you right if I'm chewed up and spit out by some old witch, too useless after for anything more fun."
He didn't protest when she moved away, more amused than anything. "Oh you love it, don't lie," he teased, placing the magazines on the counter for the clerk to ring in. It didn't take long to pay, and he handed Pansy back the bag the magazines had been put in. "Your gift, my lady, along with my most sincere apologies for the way we met." He grinned. "I can't say I'm too disappointed though, especially if you'll agree to drinks, and maybe dinner."