[Morgan arches one eyebrow at the sight of that little performance, wishing belatedly he'd been watching on more metaphysical planes to try to get a feeling for what, exactly, she'd been trying to do.]

[He doesn't move from his lazy sprawl in a seat, but he does grin her way.] Not sure what you were trying to do, but looks like if you want to enchant me you'll have to settle for coy smiles instead of raw magical might.