dallasainsley:
Clem crosses her arms on the table as she leans forward, “Born this way,” she whispers back, in a nearly mocking fashion. “What about you?” She stops whispering and leans back, cocking a smile his way. “The owner of this place is a witch. She has nearly all supernatural customers. Not completely, so still watch yourself. But it’s unlikely we’ll be overheard. You can relax.”














