[Mink waits outside the common room for Finch to arrive. He’d already been close by so getting there took very little time. He’s curious. Intrigued. Both of which he didn’t expect from anyone here. When he sees him, Mink straightens and rests his hand on his hip.]

My people would call you Skadegamutc or ghost-witch. They do not have a name specifically for what you are. [His voice is deep and at 6’2”, their height difference is even more noticeable.] But you’re neither a ghost or witch.

Unless I’m already under your spell. Tell me, Finch, what if I want it to hurt? Do you need to be careful then?