"Well, I'm very likable, despite what people say," Figaro said with an affected aloof tone. He was half-aware that he should be flirting if he wasn't already. It was hard for even him to tell because other than jokes, he had no airs or affect or shame or really any care in the world. Mostly. There were rare occasions where his life crashed down around him and he absolutely freaked out, but that wasn't now. This was Hot Mollers.

"Shrubs especially like me," he said and opened his palm to see if the Browtruckle would come on over. "It's how serious I am."

The little stick creature tested Figaro's palm with it's spiky little foot, then two of them, but in the end crept back up into Molly's hair. Figaro took the rejection well.

"But yeah, let's get drinks when you get back. I'm always at work otherwise, at the Daily Prophet, so. That's where you can find me. If you want to find me."

Molly let out a short laugh.

“Well whoever they are, they must be incorrect.” she said as the bowtruckle found his way back up to her shoulder to hide in her hair.

“Creatures are usually an excellent judge of character.” she said, flashing a sweet smile at Figaro. “In this case I’d wager to say he’s probably spot on in warming up to you a bit.”

Merlin’s beard was Molly FLIRTING?! She had always found herself so lost in work these days it was hard for her to notice when she was.

“Hey Molls!” called a voice. Molly looked over to see a wizard who had some sort of green gelatinous goo splattered across the chest of his robes waving her direction. “Could you lend a hand?”

“Yea! Be right there!” Molly called back, her voice echoing across the stone lobby.

“Well, duty calls.” she said, turning back to Figaro. “I’lll see you for those drinks!

Glancing over she could see the poor wizard still waiting for her and started to make her way in her co-workers direction. A few yards away she turned back, looking over her shoulder as she walked.

“It was wonderful to see you, Figaro!” she called back with a bright smile.