He got a very bland look to match his dry humor then she grimaced and flapped a hand at him. "Quit. I just got this mantra about you going in my head and you go and blow it all to hell with the age thing."
She got up from her chair enough to lean forward and grab another ledger of newspaper. "No." The denial was kind of grunted out for lifting the book and bringing it to her. "I'm a wizard. There's a difference." She sat back down and opened the ledger. Something she saw earlier was niggling in her brain and demanding attention. "Witch is more about religion. Wizard is about talent."
She flipped through pages then flattened her hand on the laminate. "Ha! Here. Look. They built a mental institution and people didn't like it. There were protests." She wasn't even aware she was pretty much inviting him closer. Him. A vampire. This is Molly in research mode. She tends to get lost in it.