Emerson looked at her hand like he was trying to decide if he should actually shake it or not. Take one more drag of his cigarette, now nearly finished, he snapped his fingers to put it out before tossing it into the ash tray nearby. It was then that he extended his hand to take Zephyrine's, shaking it because he didn't see the point in being a complete dick to the newcomer.
"Most people just call me DeWitt. You know, until we make like good friends and exchange friendship rings or something corny like that," he continued, raising an eyebrow at her. "But you want me in your coven, huh? You're more direct than most of the assholes in town, I'll give you that. Some witches spin enough bullshit to keep the fertilizer industry running strong for centuries." Emerson released the Witch's hand after giving it a proper shake. "If you know about me, read about me, heard about me... Whatever it was, I'm kind of surprised that you would ask, to be honest."