“Well, now miss Isobel, I do believe you are playing with fire in that outfit!” Radagast smiled at her.
“Oh, am I?” Isobel smiled back as the world around them seem to disappear. The salesgirl cleared her throat.
“Don’t you know when to leave?” Radagast turned his attention to the girl, sounding irritated. She got upset and walked out of the room, mumbling something about the fitting room not being rent a room. Radagast made a mental note to tell Evete to fire the girl.
“Come here you little vixen! I need a closer look!” He grabbed Isobel around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Let's see how easy it would be to take this off …” He starts to fidget and she burst out laughing.
“Wait! I still have loads to fit and show you!” Isobel pretends to try to pull out of his grip.
“No! I can
