Cassidy leaned on the bar, resting his temple against his fist. His expression didn't change as he watched the bottle rise up over the bar, save for a single eyebrow lifting. He did swipe a hand underneath it, just for kicks, a second before the bartender snatched it away.

He was actually looking at her, then. Okay. She could make things float.

"So are you another witch? Sommat like that?"