[It could have been metaphorical, but he doesn't seem the "wax poetic" type and she's happy enough that an educated guess hit the nail on the head. Certainly makes their tête-á-tête easier, even though he's attempting - in vain - to clutch his cards so close to his vest.
Not easily intimidated Evelyn stares back, lofting a single eyebrow and waiting patiently while he wrestles with his conscience about sharing. There are benefits to having a witch's blood, because she can certainly tell when someone is normal.
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Not easily intimidated Evelyn stares back, lofting a single eyebrow and waiting patiently while he wrestles with his conscience about sharing. There are benefits to having a witch's blood, because she can certainly tell when someone is normal.
She tips her head to one side contemplatively.]
I can see that. Adaptable creatures, aren't they?