Zee could almost see his mind working, trying to figure her out. She munched on a cinnatwist and shrugged her shoulders. "Honey, with the shit I get up to? Eating is so not gonna kill me.. Though I've gotten better. John Constantine is a bad influence.. and I don't eat this all the time. Just when I'm hungry at 3 am and there's no where else open this late. Worried about my figure, Stephen? I know you want me around for a long time.." she patted his hand. "Us sorcerers have to stick together, all of that."