Nora had to cackle at Michael's words. "Redheads do know how to have more fun, if I do say so myself." She had absolutely no issues admitting such, either. Especially around people such as Michael, who didn't seem like he would care whatsoever.
"I can handle myself with witches," she told him. "Preachers, on the other hand..." She eyed the bowl as the man refilled it, and flashed him a grateful smile. "You are a far better man than the preacher."