Emerson let a small smile grace his lips as he accepted her hand, shaking it again. For all the coven leaders he'd dealt with here or there, Zeph seemed alright so far. He knew better than to make a flash in the pan judgement based on one meeting, but he'd at least give her a chance. So long as she didn't expect too much from him.
"You too. And I kind of almost mean that, so consider yourself among the elite."