“You wound me Miss Dempsey,” he replied with an exaggerated face of sorrow, placing one hand dramatically on his chest for emphasis while his other casually flicked his wand to wrap the man’s feet in bonds. He could paddle back well enough and then Enoch would hand him over to the Hit Wizards – true in the end he hadn’t managed to actually steal anything but attempted theft from one’s betters was still deserving of a short stint in a cell guarded by the foulest creatures in existence.

On the other hand it had given him the excuse to see Miss Dempsey as she bent forth to pick up her bag and that was certainly not an imposition on his senses. Merlin but she was fine, even if she was a terrible shrew. If only she wasn’t a wealthy woman he might have persuaded her to be his mistress – it was hard to come by women who looked like a wicked fae, had the same accent as several of his favourite whores, and laughed at the misfortunes of others.

“Perhaps one day I’ll get another kiss out of you?” He added with a sly grin. “But I’ll keep it on account for now. Hope springs eternal after all.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ