Now that's funny. "More like sparing me the difficulty of explaining Ma to you."

But it's okay. He doesn't have to push, and he's got plenty to occupy his thoughts. With a grin, he pats his chest pocket.

"Got the good luck stone right here. I must be charmed."

And that's also funny, considering where he's from. Pushing back from the bar, he stands and tugs on the bottom of his kutte, reaches in his pocket for his keys. For a brief moment he thinks about leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek, but she's not one of the girls from Charming and he's not looking to pick anyone up. He's got enough shit on his plate.

"Hope I see you again sometime." He does, too. There's something about her that's... well, shit, she reminds him a little of Tara, he guesses, with the dark hair and eyes and the no-bullshit attitude, and he wouldn't mind seeing Tara in a get-up like the one Morrigan's wearing, maybe, some day. "You sure you don't need a ride someplace?"

She can even wear his helmet.