She was all business, this one. Such an approach made flawless sense — this was her establishment after all, it was popular tonight, and she was only here in his lap in the hope that he would spend some money on something other than firewhisky.

"Don' get me wrong; yer lassies here are enticin' an' they're pretty, I can see they're worth a fast few Galleons. But I dinnae wan' any o' them", he murmured wolfishly, agile hand enjoying the feel of her dress on her thigh. He wanted this one.

"Whit's yer name, madam?"