Involuntarily his eyes followed her fingers as they ran through her silky hair... of course he couldn't know if it was really silky, but it seemed so. He hated himself for thinking about it.

As she bent over, Scrooge had a good view of her cleavage. Ashamed, he lowered his eyes. He had to pull himself together. Somehow, the Witch managed to throw him off his game each time.

"What brings you to St Canard of all places?" He asked, though it was quite obvious.

Not uninterested he glanced at the offered pie. It smelled really delicious. "Why should I pay for something you made with your magic? Apart from the fact that you probably want to poison me to get my dime."

His eyes darkened, he wasn't jealous of a coin... "Forget it!" he growled.