"I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve," M cooed, staring Jackson down with a confident, but otherwise unreadable, expression. "It's not exactly forgery, and it will take some time and strategizing, but I'll get the job done easy." Her voice pulled at her words with a certain sweet-sticky tone like molasses, oozing out every syllable with gooey southern charm. She never broke eye contact, not even to blink, and held him at her full attention; which she hoped would be enough to keep his eyes on her. Right where she wanted them.
"My old mage quit just a few weeks ago, and I have, well, minimal knowledge when it comes to that type of thing. If anyone knows their way around spells and potions, and is looking to make some cash on the side, I'll be expecting you."