—She smiled gleefully at the sharpness of his words as she let the smoke out from her full lips without taking her eyes off of him. She then noticed the vivacious red eyes of the black-haired man in front of her. One of her eyebrows raised almost defiantly, but the smile on her lips appeased her expression, making her look rather wonderstruck.—

Well, well, for someone who doesn't wanna get into trouble, I would say that if looks could kill I would be dead and gone by now!— she teased him and got a few steps ahead to get closer to him. —You're an odd one, John. My name is Morgana, pleased to meet you,— she added in a melodious tone as she offered him her hand to the front.