She was being as careful as he was, he noted, and she seemed to be leaning toward the 'this is a load of dragon dung' side of things. He nodded, still keeping his voice pitched low. "I would agree, but I think that is a conversation best left for some other time," he said, as he spotted a suspicious looking gentleman enter.
"And so long as she's a pretty witch, I wouldn't complain," he teased. He tried not to look too interested as she explained what type of witch he needed. Was she offering herself? It certainly sounded like that. "I'm afraid I don't know too many witches who can understand that."
Leaning forward, he caught her eyes with his own. It'd do him good to get out, have a date, even with things going to shite. "Maybe I can take you to dinner sometime, when our schedules permit."