<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/>Mags sipped her coffee, nodded. "Just the thing. Ta, luv." But then her lapful, either embarassed by or oblivious to the rather sensual display going on around him announced his departure!<br/><br/>"Bah," the vampire snorted, freeing the Chief from her semi-embrace and adjusting her bodice a bit. "First ye tell us 'ow competent yer staff is, then ye go runnin' off. Fine, fine. Go lord it over yer wairkers." Then she grinned. "But if ye can spare the sweet wee redhead I met this mairnin', do indeed send her along for a more thorough exam, ey?"