"Like I said- everyone has their own weird rules," she commented in response to the witch is a witch is a witch remark. Went right along with the different vampires, as he seemed to understand, and so many other creatures they didn't need to go into right now.
She nodded in a small way, confirming his 'guess' was right on the money, but her eyes stayed on his face. "Or gets fed too much," she added on the end, again, with all the seriousness the situation deserved. Especially since her blood had turned out to be some kind of potent elixir for Aidan. She didn't want to imagine the carnage on either side of his particular scale.
Or any of them, really. She'd seen it enough already.
The way Enzo leaned forward and delivered the first vague answer in their honesty exchange pricked at her instincts. She understood a creature like his lean toward privacy... or secrecy. It was survival for his kind, in more ways than one. But it also raised a red flag, and a silence stretched between them.
"If it's voluntary," Gretel repeated, her eyes still on his. Not accusing, but knowing there was more to this than he was letting on.