Ok. How much of a bastard would it make him if he conjured up a rainstorm? "I doubt you're going to grandmother's house," he informed her. Because the only grandmother he vaguely knew that lived out this way was Babushka and he was pretty sure that she ate people. Or that might have been Baba Yaga.
"No, I'm the Big Bad Wolf." Thorne gave her an extra toothy smile.