"Oh, I'm counting on that," he murmured, craning his neck to kiss her firmly after she'd settled back against him. Evil woman.
"She is," Callen confirmed with a nod. "Says that if you've got me as enchanted as you apparently do, since I seem to talk about you quite frequently-- imagine that-- then you must be 'quite something'. Her words." He brushed his lips over the top of her head. "She doesn't care about blood if she likes you. Now, if she were to hate you, she'd used blood as a convenient excuse, but if she liked you it wouldn't matter if you were halfblood or Muggleborn or even a Muggle. And since she typically trusts my judgment, I think we'll be okay," he added, winking at her.