John smirked and clinked his glass against hers. She had a point, there was no need for validation if you believed you were truly special but there was something so nice about getting it.
"We are playing a game. A game of secrets," he retorted. That's what this was. She was reluctant to give hers up. He had taken a chance at telling her his in the heat of the moment. He leaned in again to let his voice drop so only she could hear him. "Are you magical? Because for the life of me I haven't met many who would so easily take that the guy they were sitting next to is a werewolf. Yes, I'm not transformed now but most people are still at least a little scared. You're cool as a cucumber. So you're a witch or you're a little crazy and fear nothing."
That was just his opinion of the matter though.
"So, I've been realizing," he replied, looking a bit forlorn for a moment before he pushed the negative thoughts away. What was done, was done.