Fatima neatly perched herself on the foot of his biobed, crossing her legs. She had great legs and even when she wasn't trying, she somehow found herself showing them off.

Hardly the worst of her sins.

"While the whole 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' deal is fair," she said, "I think you may need to back up a bit and go a little slower for me. You're half witch? Like...green skin, I'll-get-you-my-pretty?" Her confusion was genuine. "Like...Morgana from the Camelot stories witch? Sorry, what does that mean, exactly?"