"You know what's interesting, Gilbert?" Angela's voice drifted off, "Is that people can justify anything if they try hard enough." She bit her lip, "So I've decided that I'm not going to justify what I do, simply do it." She shrugged. Even if it was lying. Or other things, as necessary.
"No," Angela eyed him critically over the table, "I don't think you'd make a very good clotheshorse, Gilbert," Her eyes swept over him intensely before settling back on his face.
She coughed self-consciously, shifting slightly in her seat, and looked down and to the right away from the table, "It is nice of you to say so. A matter of necessity. I couldn't throw my magic willy-nilly at things, so I had to figure out other ways to adapt, that's all."