New witches he was wary of, by default. New witches that played dumb he tended to take an immediate dislike too. This one, however, looked genuinely started. Nik pressed fingers to his temples when she dodged answering his question about her company. He forced air from his lungs in a sharp sigh, as if he could push the irritation from his body with his breath.
"The thing with you," he replied, leveling his tone to a less hostile level. "Small. Moves quickly. At knee height. I can't see it," he explained, as patiently the throb in his skull would permit. Through dark hooded eyes, Nik watched her with as much suspicious scrutiny as she did him.