Eventually the guy had talked. When Lilith pushed him he admitted his family's connection to the infamous little town just North of Boston, even if he seemed to be completely unaware of the implications of his name in connection with Salem and its dark history. Although it was about then, as he told Lilith this fact that it seemed to dawn on him. He was by default, through his heritage, the enemy in their eyes. This had caused him to explain rather desperately that he had not been aware of it and that it had certainly not been the reason for his presence at the funeral. He had stuck to his story but also admitted that yes he had had a crush on the dead witch even if he had of course not known she was a witch. He made very sure Lilith understood that.<br/><br/>"So to conclude, yea, I believe him. The hunter lineage must have taken another route, perhaps through an uncle, or aunt to a cousin," Lilith finished her report to Fion about what the interrogation had yielded which in itself wasn't all that much. It had more been hints of pieces to complete a puzzle enough for an image to start appearing.<br/>She had then had a quick meal in the kitchen and called it a night quite early.<br/><br/>She was exhausted after the last few days of testing her limits and for this reason she slept through breakfast and only made it out of bed and downstairs in time for lunch. She was dressed in washed out pale grey jeans and a plaid shirt over a work out top.