Emerson laughed, wondering if Jenna had actually been passingly interested in the history of witches as told by whatever extremely dusty history book in his family's library. "I'm exceptionally deep. Like the grand canyon of witch kind of something," was his response, punctuated with a smirk before he took a sip of his wine as well.
"You don't look like the kind of girl who has infectious diseases," he added before eating the piece of chicken he'd stolen from her carton. "If I'm wrong about that, than all I can say that the chicken was worth it, and, since I'm already doomed, have at." He offered the pad Thai to her gladly.