"Interesting." Cavan had never really studied such things, but at least the second name was familiar to him. And this was why he'd come to York, was it not? The strange things he'd read about the people here? This was sort of perfect.
"I know Aleister Crowley. Why would you hide that you're studying this kind of thing? Do you think I'd make fun of you for it? Cause I think it's kind of neat, really."
He sat back again. "So how old are you?" The out of high school for years thing was throwing him off a bit. He thought he'd judged her age at nearer his. But it sounded like he might be wrong.