It was concerning to Delaney that her smile wasn't nearly as predatory as she would have liked. In fact, it was dangerously close to genuine, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Your eyes light up when you talk about Potions," she blurted suddenly, and blushed slightly. "It's very pretty."
Surely that had been the alcohol speaking - Delaney shot a dirty look at her glass and pushed it aside (after finishing the contents of it, of course. Well, this evening was a wash. She felt sure that Maeve would get up and leave after hearing that little bit of word vomit.