He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, humming happily as her body pressed tighter against his. "She didn't have anything solid for me - no one specific," he reassured. He supposed real seers didn't work like; their prophecies were always said to vague, containing ominous symbolism that needed to be decoded. "At least there's nothing specific about an 'exotic beauty'," he said finally, giving an untroubled shrug. "Unless she was trying to flirt with me, of course." Miss Valentine was definitely exotic, and she was pretty enough, but definitely not his type of woman. (And he wasn't sure what other 'exotic' woman he knew.)
— set by MJ! —