She was surprisingly...easy to get along with. This bookshop girl. It was almost refreshing after having spent the better part of the day delivering to stores and customers who didn't seem to recognise if he was alive when he was around and yet filed a complaint if he was anything less than on time. She was good company- and cute. Even if she was embarrassingly wholesome. She could be an after school special, Sly was certain. That sudden query of what his weird required knowledge for his job would be was an unexpected question. One that prompted Sly to frown slightly as he glanced up from that box. Really, he supposed, that depended on which one of his fifteen different jobs he was doing at the time. There was little need, however, to delve into his overly colourful repertoire of part time and casual work in an effort to make ends meet. The young warlock instead offered a grin of sorts towards his young companion as his shoulders rose in a loose, easy shrug.

"For delivering though it would have to be my knowledge of random side streets I can take to cut five minutes off my drive. Even if those streets are sometimes one way- and I'm going the wrong way. I'd probably make more as a drug dealer though."

Sly's lip quirked upward in that faint touch of amusement once more before he reached to offer her that delivery slip. Her 'box of adventure' after all, still needed proof she'd received it unless he wanted to get his ass fired. Sly's blue gaze shifted downward to watch as Piper neatly penned her name on that paper- only for a sudden crack of thunder to explode directly overhead. That echoing, booming sound followed by a near immediate blackness as that once well-lit bookstore was plunged into darkness. Damn. Piper's sudden, girlish squeal was hardly missed as Sly's gaze blinked rapidly in some effort to see within the sudden gloom. That rain outside, as if on cue, seemed to pour down even harder until the sound was almost deafening. Maybe he didn't regret having found a reason to stay in that store at all. He could almost feel that rain even from here. The mere thought of it was enough to prompt a shudder down his spine as Sly reached for his phone. It took barely a moment for the warlock to tap at the screen and summon the phone's in-built torch into life. It's light was, admittedly, hardly the best and yet the look of distress upon Piper's features gave away her apparent fear of that darkness. Sly, for now, so hardly made a comment upon it. The warlock was content to pretend as if he himself had desired that light, rather than embarrass the young woman. Even if it was almost...cute how her fear of the dark seemed to fit in with her overly wholesome demeanor. Sly's gaze shifted away from Piper and back towards the window once more, its glass panes streaked with running rain. He was running out of reasons to stay. Maybe he could simply browse the books for a little while. Piper adored books enough that she might hardly think anything of it. Sly so hardly desiring to explain his....objections to rain. Besides, it would be almost impolite to take away his companion's source of light when she seemed to value it so much.

Sly turned easily on his heel then to step away from the front desk and toward the nearest aisle. That place was packed. Row upon row, shelve upon shelve. Maybe he would have to come back, one day, even if just to browse the books with proper light- or to research doomsday, since that was clearly upon them. It was one display of books however that seemed to instantly capture the young warlock's attention as he reached to pluck one from the shelf and hold it up toward Piper. The classic paperback romance novel. Complete with shirtless cowboy on the front. She didn't really sell many of these did she? Hmm, he'd almost thought they were a myth until now. Piper's chuckle seemed to fill that space immediately as she reached to gently take the book from him and turn it over within her own hands. Her entire demeanor seemed to change the moment she took that book. Any fear of that darkness or the storm outside seemed to evaporate as she spoke of one particularly elderly woman who seemed to enjoy those classics. A woman piper was certain was a-. Whatever she had been about to say was abruptly cut off, that sudden halt in her words prompted Sly's own gaze to lift curiously. The young warlock, in that moment, oblivious to the brush that crept along Piper's cheeks as she explained that game she liked to play with her customers.

Sly stepped further into that bookstore then, his gaze wandering along the shelves as he wandered in turn, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets before he paused to peer around one aisle and back towards Piper. His blond head near comically sticking out from amongst those books as he queried that very game. Her response was hardly what he had expected. It was a guessing game of sorts. One he was certain most supernaturals played even if the majority cheated, especially hunters. Supernaturals, after all, tended to have an ability to sense one another even if they weren't always assured of species. It was that very same sense, after all, that insisted Piper was very much human. The young woman confirmed that very thing a moment later as she insisted she adored the idea of magic all the same- along with fairytales. Sly allowed a faint simper to tug at his lips once more, his shoes scuffed lightly at the floor as he stepped back out of that aisle fully.

"I think lots of people like magic. It's why Harry Potter was so popular. I never read that one though."

Maybe he was missing out and yet- he'd heard enough about that famous series that he almost felt as if he had read it. He'd seen the movies at least. That counted, didn't it? Sly paused in front of Piper once more as her fingers near lovingly stroked over the spines of the books in front of her. It was pouring outside with no sign of letting up, they had time to play her game didn't they? Besides, he was almost intrigued to see if she could guess his species right. So few people ever did- outside of other warlocks and witches and how readily they looked at him with little more than scorn. His own species, he was certain, were by far the most judgemental. As if a warlock surviving as a street magician was somehow...embarrassing to their kind. Maybe if he had another other choice he wouldn' do it. Maybe If he hadn't grown to enjoy those performances- a near stark contrast to his otherwise often near aloof nature. His head shook lightly. Sly, for now, content to push those thoughts away as he stepped gently past Piper, his arm brushing agianst her in the darkness, to flop almost dramatically into the nearest armchair. The young woman was quick to follow suit, making herself comfortable in the armchair beside him as her knees lifted to her chest, her arms hugging them in an almost childlike fashion- only for her to insist he'd given her a few clues already.

Sly felt both eyes raise in surprise. Then again, the quiet ones were always the most perceptive- or so he'd been told. That playful smile on her lips was hardly missed as his gaze met her own near expectantly. Piper seemed pensive a moment before insisting that it was still daylight outside, even if it was raining- which ruled out vampires. He'd also touched her arm. Sly's gaze shifted downward as the young woman lifted her arm with its bracelets, one silver and one iron. Her arm shook slightly, prompting them to jingle in the dark. He hadn't even noticed those. At least, not in the way a vampire or Fae or even a Were surely would have. His job too, it seemed, was also an apparent giveaway. Most Hunters, Piper insisted, worked for the overseeing Council and would hardly need those extra shifts. Sly's gaze blinked in surprise at her deductions. They were...surprisingly good. She was good. Better then he'd expected. Then again she did get a lot of practice if she was here all day every day. Her prediction of warlock, however, coaxed a simper to his lips as his head rested in his hand, his gaze meeting her own.

"What makes you so sure I'm not human? I think I do human well. I was being so convincing."

His words, this time, were very near teasing. Sly was almost curious as to why exactly she had chosen warlock over human. He hadn't exactly done anything magical. At least, not that he was aware of. The warlock paused momentarily, his features frowning ever so slightly in consideration before he lent abruptly forward, one finger reaching to catch at the silver bracelet around her wrist. The young warlock examined it closely for a moment.

"You said these were from your Father, yeah? For protection I imagine?"

After all, she'd said her Dad hadn't exactly been thrilled about her interest in the supernatural. Those bracelets were a good idea, at least, to some extent. Sly's gaze shifted upward once more to meet her own as his fingers gently pulled back, brushing briefly agianst her arm as he did.

"I'm not exactly an expert on this myself but I heard from my- er...I mean, I heard from someone that if a Fae is old enough they can actually tolerate iron to a certain extent. Fae are nearly extinct though so it would be surprising if you ever met one. The silver will still work on a Were or a Vampire but you should probably get a necklace to protect agianst vampires at least. Most won't try to bite your arms, you know?"

One eye lifted ever so slightly, that amusement clear upon his features at the idea of Piper attempting to hit a vampire with her arm in the hope the bracelet might make some kind of contact. The blond warlock's gaze shifted to eye the rain outside once more. It hardly looked as if it was letting up any time soon.

"Do you want to try a little magic? Just don't tell anyone."

sly.