What did a witch even do? Fuck things up for everyone, mainly. But she didn't seem actually interested in the answer, so instead of saying anything, Cassidy took another drink.

And oh, she was really trying to get him to crack a smile. Which was a problem, because Cassidy was very determined to be miserable about his circumstances for at least a little while longer. He patted one hand downward through the air in a placating gesture. "No, no, don't trouble yourself, really—"

Maybe he ought to just take both bottles and go now.