These two need to get into a fight or something xD
Hunter watched her reaction carefully. He hadn't expected any less from Morgan Rowlands. He knew absolutely that she had to kick up a fuss about it and make a scene. He knew he could probably walk out of the cafe screaming at her about a burnt hand. He knew all of that very well but he couldn't help but defend himself. "In all honesty, Morgan, you're not bad but you're not great. I doubt you'd accidentally set fire to me. You're powerful but I wouldn't flatter yourself." His own words were laced with sarcasm, his defense mechanisms kicking in. He nearly rolled his eyes, then. "You have every choice not to have something to do with me. I could very well reach into my pocket, produce an athame right now and stab you with it. Just because you've never been too nice to me before now." It was clear that the more experienced witch was annoyed with her. Annoyed that even when he offered help, she had to be rude to him. It didn't matter to him that she had attempted to redeem herself in that one sentence.
It wasn't the greatest idea in the world, yes. Hunter realized he would probably live up to his stabbing promise by the end of her stay there but the seeker in him couldn't expect her to stay out on the streets among bad magick. His left eyebrow arched coolly. He could say that she would have trouble in all situations, but that would probably earn him some witch fire in a particular area he didn't want witch fire to touch. He smiled a slightly smug, Hunteresque smile when she agreed to go along with it.
"Might I? Well that's true. Sky and I sit down every evening with a cup of tea and chat about American politics and how rubbish your alcohol is. You know, because we have nothing better to do." There was a slight mischievous glint in his eyes and he followed the path of the glass with his eyes and took a brief sip of his own tea. "A critic of diet Coke? I'm a critic of all Coke. Probably everything else you enjoy eating, too."