[ This has his complete attention - he closes the book when she mentions they're already acquainted in some manner. His eyes narrow, studying her until she gives her name.

Then his eyebrows raise just a hair. ]

I see. [ His voice shows nothing of his burning curiosity and his immediate distrust. It's instinctual, to not give this stranger the benefit of a doubt. Especially if she's a witch. ] I had a sibling named Freya, long ago. Never knew her myself.

That's an unusual name for a New Orleans witch. Were you born there?