At first, he thought she was being wry about it, joking; witches often had better and more dubious means for money than simple prostitution, and he would know, he once took part in most of them. She looked startlingly young. But then, how long had it been since he moved in that world? Perhaps he wouldn't have been surprised, when he was her age.

He tipped his head in mild agreement, but his eyebrows had gone up. She'd shocked the old man-- congratulations. "One would think."

He touched his glasses, for something to do. Tried not to look her up and down in surprise. "At least the festivities will be... quieter, by the time we're back among them." A good thing for him: this has been more chaos in one night than he can typically stand. Perhaps less for... whatever she was up to. A business, a ritual, vampires? He really shouldn't care.