["I'm nice to everybody" is something Theo would say if the stakes were lower. A laugh, something self-deprecatory, indicating he's a flirt who wants to sleep around. But... he doesn't want to do that. Doesn't want to steer this the wrong way - or let himself be seen so shallow anymore. He shrugs at first, biting into an oatmeal cookie, expression soft. He's not wearing the glamors he usually does - save for the eyes - a sign he hopes conveys trust.]

I want to be friends. That's what friends do, right? Witches have to take care of their own, too. There's - there's a few other people in a coven here I can introduce you to sometime. I just know what it's like to be on your own and... I dunno, I don't want you to have to fight through things that way.