It was easy to take in what she was saying. But only because he'd spent so much time here in this place. Had he been fresh from Miami, without all these experiences and all of these people met, he wouldn't have been able to take this the way he was. He would have disbelieved, even after seeing what she could do with the cupid's legs. With the spells he'd watched her weave.
But he'd met a reaper. He'd met another witch. He'd met Spock. And his own sister, twice.
"I don't want to defeat you." He was sure she'd said that just because that's the sort of thing that she was used to. Having enemies. Dexter's enemies were the law and the people who would want to see him put away for the things that he did. But he knew how to get away from them, he knew how to handle them, to play them. His enemies were likely far less formidable than Baba Yaga's enemies.
He thought about what she was saying about being a mighty power, about helping him find who he truly was.
Wasn't that what he wanted? To be himself? And even more so now that he'd had a taste of it. Now that she'd said, brought it to light, that here he didn't need the Laws of Harry. Somebody outside of himself had told him that. It wasn't just a fantasy. She believed he could be what he wanted to be here.