"I noticed," Jasper said, which was a stupid thing to say but it was out there anyway and now he had to own it. "Not that I was--" he tried to insist (lie, don't even try to lie) with a vague gesture back at his bed, "but, you, you seemed happier." Okay, but don't admit that kind of scrutiny, either. "You have a lot of friends," Jasper redirected, obviously impressed by the litany of attentive visitors Wanda had not only today but while she still slept; that there was that many at all, and they had kept so close during the plague, and all of them could take the time during this messy post-post-apocalypse to drop by. With a deep breath, Jasper hoped they could put that little slip-up behind them, too, and looked down at his shoulder with some surprise that she had addressed it.
"Um," he answered smoothly, because he had some idea of what that could mean, but not exactly any intimate details and it kind of freaked him out. Magic, okay, sounded great in theory, but witches were pretty scary and Jasper wasn't sure if this would involve virgin's blood or some kind of soul contract with the witch herself and he didn't know if he should confess something like that to a priest. Plus, it could really hurt. "Will it hurt?" That was important. Not that he couldn't take it.