"Cut me some slack. I'm not as young as I used to be."
Vampire humor. The only thing drier was the desert.
Bill didn't exactly resist the urge to roll his eyes. But he wasn't annoyed. Not really. It was nice to talk to someone. Even if that someone was afraid of him and trying her hardest not to jump out of her own skin every time he opened his mouth to speak.
When she denied being a witch, he quirked a brow.
"Oh? Aren't you?"
He ran an index finger across the front of his teeth.
"Ancestral records? Perhaps there are still familial descendants living in the area. Or, if you're looking for a more direct approach, you could always find someone who was around more than three hundred years ago that may have spent some time in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania..."