The Muggle wasn't terribly unattractive, if she was honest with herself. In fact, there was a certain amount of confidence to him that she found appealing. His smile was friendly, kind. She'd spent too many years surrounded by men who only smiled in that feral, deranged manner that promised more pain than pleasure. When she returned his grin with one of her own and invited him to sit down, an idea formed. Perhaps, if she played her part well enough, she might not have to worry about finding a warm bed to sleep in that night. Besides, it had been a while since she'd allowed herself to get close enough to a man to scratch her primal itches and alcohol certainly wasn't the only way a person could distract their minds from unpleasant thoughts.