She could, Mor thought, get him to do anything that she wanted. "I thought we could have a drink," she said, her tone implying a joke even though one did not follow. "For old time's sake." She wanted to know more about his fiancée, but she did not want to have to ask, so she wouldn't.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "I got you something. For Christmas."