[Freya watches him a small smirk tugging at her lips. She likes his light show.]

So how do you define things that go bump in the night. [The phrasing makes her shiver but she tries to keep her voice cool and calm. She's had eleven years to deal with her own demon and yet it continues to haunt her.] You see, I've met a lot of different species.

[She watches him carefully.]

Wizards too, and I find that some are good and some are bad. Some want to be left alone. You said that you were born to stand between them, why?