His smile eases, seeing her accept the candy - being a witch he can handle, but meeting someone that didn't like chocolate would blow his mind.
"Superhero? Not so much," he laughs and shakes his head; "though that would be pretty cool."
He opens the bottle of wine, taking in the heady scent of oak and cherry and raspberry mingled with the sweet grapes as he considers his response.
After pouring their drinks he wedges the cork back in the bottle and answers; "We're a psychic detective agency - we mostly work with the Santa Barbara police department to solve murders and stuff. It's a lot better than my day job." Even though it doesn't pay the bills.
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"Superhero? Not so much," he laughs and shakes his head; "though that would be pretty cool."
He opens the bottle of wine, taking in the heady scent of oak and cherry and raspberry mingled with the sweet grapes as he considers his response.
After pouring their drinks he wedges the cork back in the bottle and answers; "We're a psychic detective agency - we mostly work with the Santa Barbara police department to solve murders and stuff. It's a lot better than my day job." Even though it doesn't pay the bills.