"Not entirely sure." Dexter admitted. He shrugged a little. "A lot of power, that's all I know. I mean, it's one thing to walk into the store and see all the witchy stuff, but to have it done on you, yeah that kind of sucks."
He turned slightly and noticed that the flour was still there. He hadn't cleaned it. Thinking George would need it as a way to communicate. Now he knew very well that she didn't. And that meant that he really needed to clean it.
Dexter stood up and started in on that task.
"She is one person I really don't feel like getting into trouble with. And she's already not particularly happy with me. So if you really want to know, you're going to have to go ask her yourself."