Legacies — well, Eldritch Morgan knew all about that. He'd had multiple legacies to live up to since the day he was born, it seemed like. He didn't see exactly how Basil being good at parties fit into the wider Foxwood legacy, but it wasn't really up to him. If Atticus had decided it was important, it would be important up until whenever he decided it wasn't or until Basil actually did cut ties with his family (which didn't seem incredibly likely, however he was acting at the moment). The change of topic was unexpected, and brought a genuine laugh out of Nee. Out of practice kissing, indeed.
"I think it's one of those things like riding a broomstick," he said with a laugh. "It all comes back once you start. I don't think you have anything to worry about." He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into a cloud above their heads. "Though if you did want to find someone to practice with, I'm sure you wouldn't have any trouble with it," he quipped. "I have it on good authority that young ladies think you're handsome." Rachel had said as much earlier in the night, and though Morgan would never exactly feel comfortable with the idea of kissing a student the opinions of sixteen year old girls couldn't be that far off from the opinions of nineteen and twenty year old girls.
"I think it's one of those things like riding a broomstick," he said with a laugh. "It all comes back once you start. I don't think you have anything to worry about." He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into a cloud above their heads. "Though if you did want to find someone to practice with, I'm sure you wouldn't have any trouble with it," he quipped. "I have it on good authority that young ladies think you're handsome." Rachel had said as much earlier in the night, and though Morgan would never exactly feel comfortable with the idea of kissing a student the opinions of sixteen year old girls couldn't be that far off from the opinions of nineteen and twenty year old girls.
