How was she? Clara? Well... she'd grown up. She'd been seventeen at the time, then she lived for three more years. It was the first 'whitelighter-to-be' charge of Jamie's that he'd had to let go of, alerted that it'd been her time to pass on and accept her destiny. Jamie didn't see her again for a whole year (her training year), but he was comforted by a visit from Clara then, now a whilelighter as well.
"Oh, she... moved on," Jamie answered after a moment. "I still see her every now and then. Does what I do now."
Was this Bradley trying to be... friendly with him? That was strange-- Jamie had known charges in the past who ended up a little too attached to him, but this was different. This guy wasn't a charge nor anybody he knew, aside from that chance encounter from a decade before. And nobody just outwardly flirted with him like that... if that's what Bradley was doing.
"Ah," he returned, considering the news of an entire family doing the same thing that this guy did. "Isn't that dangerous? Do they have somebody to look after them? You know... somebody of... my kind?" Surely there was somebody. Witches and humans alike, if they were a part of the magical world, they had to have some kind of help.