The difference between the immortality of a witch and that of a vampire was quite different. While a witch could live just as long as a vampire, without renewing the spell that allowed such immortality, the spell would fade and the witch would once again be mortal, allowing for all the disadvantages of humanity to take place, including thirst and starvation. Most spells did not need constant renewal, although that was relative to how long you had lived. For one who had lived a century, having to renew a spell once a month was a constant renewal, whereas it might not seem too terribly frequent for one who had only lived a hundred years or less.<br/><br/>There were, of course, rituals that only had to be performed once, but these were rare and ancient rituals that were beyond the knowledge of most witches, not to mention the fact that they were generally frowned upon because many of them required a sacrifice, or, much like a vampire, required the witch to drink blood every-so-often to keep their vitality. Blood is, after all, the life-force of a being. Even in these cases, if the witch were to go too long without blood or whatever is required, they might as well be dead.<br/><br/>Beyond that, it wasn't impossible to counter or reverse an immortality spell, either, if you were intelligent and cunning enough to figure out what spell or ritual was used. Nevertheless, she had nothing more to say on the matter. Any of the methods would still end with the witch dying, whether quickly or slowly, in part because of her. So whether she outright killed them or did so in a round-about way, they would still be dead. She, however, tried to hold out hope that perhaps diplomacy or reasoning might work, even if somewhere inside she knew this was unlikely and improbable.<br/><br/>She was a bit surprised when he took her hand, although she didn't show that surprise. "Yes, I'm sure you've never met anyone as kind as me." she mused, her tone somewhere between playful innocence and sarcasm. She watched carefully as he gently kissed her knuckles before releasing her hand, which she drew back as it slid from his palm. "So little faith in me." she said as though she were mildly insulted, although she was playing, rather than actually insulted.<br/><br/>When he disappeared to shower she waited a moment before slipping down into the basement and shedding her own clothes, which had a bit of his blood on them. She tossed them into the washer and poured some detergent in just as his things came down the chute. She gathered his things and tossed them in the wash before heading up the stairs to find a new set of clothes before he got out of the shower and saw her.<br/><br/>She found a set of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt and slipped into them before pulling her hair back and then heading down to check on the wash. Once it had finished she used a spell to easily dry his clothes and tossed her own into the dryer, as she didn't need them now. She took his and headed back up and into the living room. She placed his clothes on the coffee table and left the boots on the floor nearby before she laid on the couch, propped her feet up, and began skimming over a book on ancient history while she waited for him.<br/><br/>Once he had finished and come out, without looking up from her book she pointed to his clothes. "Your clothes are dry. And not torched, might I add. Although, it was ever so tempting." when she finally glanced up at him the hint of mischief in her eyes belied the innocent smile she gave him.