She was finished soon enough but sat in silence for a moment, pondering. If the boy truly could see spirits, she might have a confidant she could train as an assistant. For larger or more complex rituals, an assistant could certainly be handy. Or if nothing else, she might have a look-out of sorts. She could certainly offer him goods and services in return but would he utilize the offer? To those in the know, such an offer was quite tempting indeed. It was always a good thing to have a witch on your side, while having a witch stand against you was something that made even vampires leery. The so-called “gift” of her father’s necessity to feast upon the souls of the living had simply added a new dynamic to her mother’s ancestral bloodline, one that promised even more power to her own descendants. Of course, being a gay transmale didn’t exactly promote the idea of offspring; but hey, technology and science were always moving forward - and who<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>what odd spells she could learn if she really put her mind to it?<br/><br/>Side note: she found it odd that he hadn’t noticed her at all until he’d turned to look at the stall. Or perhaps he had and simply hadn’t said anything. Either way, he certainly wasn’t paying much attention to her in that capacity. Not yet, at least. In a way, it was refreshing. She grabbed some toilet paper as she spoke again.<br/><br/>“That’s a rare gift you have,” she replied at last. “One shared by only a few scattered throughout the world.”<br/><br/>She pulled her panties up and started straightening her dress.<br/><br/>“I should know,” she concluded as she flushed and opened the stall door. “I’m one of them.”<br/><br/>((Sorry...crappy post.))