Murphy had yet to master, or even acquire, the art of conjuring. Even if he could pull off such a feat, there wasn't really wasn't much that he could do for this woman here, and her current state of dress... or lack thereof. Not that he was looking or anything, because he absolutely wasn't, because that would have been rude, but she looked like she had more legs than he did, anyway.

In that, even if he offered her a pair, they probably wouldn't fit, anyway.

Relevance. Yes.

"Uh..."

When people ask you for your name, you're usually supposed to tell them.

Murphy sighed and pinched the brim of his nose, before he turned his head towards the ceiling. The ceiling was less distracting to look at. "Murphy Pendleton." He paused. "Sorry. I wasn't..." He wasn't trying to stare, or anything like that.