"Could be at that," Brigid commented, considering, "if ye have a connection with th'element I'm workin with. I've never known sirens since comin here, never known witches either, come t'that. M'family's descended from the gods and goddesses of old and that's where our gifts come from. I never imagined there were others, I certainly never met any in Ireland."

She paused after pouring him a cup from the kettle and looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling more than a bit revved at the mental image his flirty comment had shown her. "Ye have a way with words then, haven't ye, Jack?"