His face scrunches up disagreeably when Nancy insists she couldn't possibly. What a shame. Ghoul could commit to a project like that in a heartbeat, and really, it's a blessing that he wasn't born a witch. There's not enough money on the planet to keep up with him.

As things are now, his knowledge of magic is a bit spotty. He's easily boggled by the different forms and limitations of it, and all those lines in the sand start getting even more muddled when things like fae are thrown in to the mix. After a moment of half-squinting at her thoughtfully, something in his mind clicks in to place. "That neck thing was you, right?" Not vampire magic after all, huh. Vampire magic... now that he thinks about it, that sounds pretty stupid. "What all can you do?"