"Seems like kind of a dick move to call copyright on abstract concepts, but hey. You do you." He's close enough now that he can shift his weight and lean against the empty chair. "You're the one playing fucking- universal Capture the Flag or some shit."

But if she gets to be full of shit, so does he - and it takes almost no concentration to feel the hot rush of Glamour burning in his veins (because of course she already knows his name, no freebie for him) to activate his contract of Witches' Intuition. See if she's scared of anything like he is well and truly scared of her.