Lorne knew enough to know what raw power hangin' out in a corner felt like. He'd met some seriously powerful beings in his time.
He brushed the cookie crumbs off of his red suit jacket, staring at the light.
"Are you a.... a good witch, or a bad witch?" he asked it. There was a nervous laugh afterward.
It seemed to him that the light was... well, it wasn't singing, and it didn't seem to be feeling a whole lot, because Lorne wasn't getting any real messages. But it felt sort of like it was talking, and he just couldn't hear it. The empath demon's spidey sense was tingling, alright, but it wasn't getting anything.
"Um." The demon's eyebrows drew together. "I hope you're more like Tinkerbell than some big scary thing, and I hope I don't regret this. I know you're talking but I can't understand you."