Shrugging, Treat figured he'd ask Kenna and see. "I'll ask her and see if she's all right with it. She knows you're here to help with some magic. I don't think she'll be too surprised." Although, Treat was supposed to be the proper sort of safe haven for her. At least, that's what his mother's brochures must have said. He wasn't sure what his mother expected him to do. Other than the guns he'd harbored illegally in D.C. (what a pain that had been) and Virginia, there was absolutely no other reason why his mother should think Treat was capable of taking care of a child. It wasn't as if Kenna resembled Bless in any sort of way. Except their rebellious streak. Treat promised himself that Kenna wasn't going to get into that sort of trouble, though. He was prepared for that contingency. Besides, she had Banges.
"Just that you were a friend and a witch, helping me with business she wasn't a part of. Of course, she thought--" Wait. Did he really want to go there? "--she thought Eztli was pretty cool." Kenna didn't really say that, but he was sure she thought it. There was a fairly easy remark to make about poison and Tanith's line of business, but Treat didn't want to go there. Instead, patronizingly: "Honey, if you want to kiss me, you could always just ask."