Emerson rolled his eyes. Ambrose's girl apparently had some sort of naive complex about the power of hope being a legitimate excuse to go out and do stupid things. His brief encounter with Lucius on top of what Piper had told him had been more than enough for him to consider the guy bad news, and that wasn't even including the shit Ambrose had told him. Then again, people did stupid things for their friends, he supposed.
"Has she ever met a witch before? Like does she know what we're capable of? I mean, I mostly deal with natural magic. Elemental shit and what have you, but even that can be a powerful and destructive force," he suggested, regretting how much he sounded like his father for a second. "I mean, maybe she doesn't really know the extent of what one, particularly someone who may or may not dabble in dark shit, can do."