[ Maybe it had been a mistake to use the word harmless, and she now regrets it, as that had been an attempt to calm her own soul more than his. Even Donny, lest she not forget, is a man as much of a witch. Maybe it's best she address the sort she knows how to handle best... The man. ]

...And so I suppose you did not. I suppose then that the little glass rose in my pocket is apt, and shall signify your offering of trust this day. You have given me a token, Master Casey; a piece of your soul.

[ Smoothly, as if her temporary toppling by this news had never happened, she dips in a curtsy near to her knees meant for play as much as it is for respect. If nothing else, respect for a raw power, even if it be not from God. ]

I am humbled.